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.
As I lay here, I allow the water to wash over me. It caresses my skin with its delicate touch, as it laps against my body. I let it flow through my finger tips, as my thoughts pour out of me.
I plunge myself down inside of it's depths. Hoping that it will wash away my misery. Praying that it will bring some clarity to my eyes.
My hair floats around me. I watch the thick locks swirl around the pool. I can feel it's slick form wrap around my frame in it's serenity, as my strength bids me goodbye.
One by one my muscles loosen with slack. They allow the substance engulf my form in a hug. It's arms are cold and smooth, as they envelope around me. Without hesitation, the substance drags me deeper into it's inky briny.
As we travel further into the depths, my throat burns with thirst. I allow the chilled liquid in with hopes that it will relieve my discomfort. Bubbles explode from my mouth like silent screams. I trail them with my eyes, and watch them run to the surface.
As I sink to the bottom, I take one last look at the crystal surface above me. For once, I feel at peace with the world. This rocky surface is my home until I have to face reality.
We miss out days of our lives Slipping into oblivion Of unrequited words That were better off unsaid, Screamed our judgement Every time our eyes met. Not a word escaped Through the iron gates. Our inhibitions, The castle’s gargoyles. Holding us back, Holding us down Underwater Till the world turned ugly, Bleak and stinking Of death; The same as how you lay In my arms Unmoving and unfeeling And now, now, Those sly words break free What use are those barriers now, When you don’t exist anymore?
/written at the loss of a love unsaid/
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