Under the glistering sun,
she plunges into the deep
finding her soul once again.
She holds her breath
and continues to descend.
Only minding her thoughts.
Only wanting to be free.
She glides and she flies,
as if dancing and being one
underneath.
Until it's time to go up
leaving all her secrets and
fantasies beneath.

downpast where the divermin dont go
is an underwater sun
that casts a blackhole shadow
in to the fishes swim
but they donnot swim out
where oh where do they fishes go
after theybin drowngone in the shadow
after theybin infosucked by the blackhole
i say i dont know
but some days i think i seem them
floating on the cloud forms
as crows

I will sleep with
       my eyes  o p e n .
I will breathe  u n d e r w a t e r .
I will drink my coffee  c o l d  if that is
what it takes to become less like  y o u .
The thought of being like you is so  p a i n f u l , I'd
rather  d r o w n .
Loving you is the most painful memory-I'd rather
p e e l  off my skin in the places you left your kisses. The places
you bit and licked and left your
l o v e .
Some say, "it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all."
I cannot bring myself to agree with such words, because the pain of loosing you
was far too much to bear than the idea of never having known you.
Call me a ******* coward for running away from this pain,
but if I have to face it another day,
I would rather
d i e.

poisonous trash thrown
lives underwater suffer
wide bricks hold them in

I'm so used to
singing a note
no one else can hear
it's like I'm screaming
underwater
and no one's ever there

how tranquil it would be
to sleep as deeply
as an anchor
at the bottom of the sea