#hydrophobia
deep below the crashing waves
that crush the apostles into cliffsides
and way past underwater caves
inhabited by mysterious sealife
somewhere below there are fools' graves
drowned by invisible riptides
And the ocean consumes their remains
indifferent to their demise
and though the living die
the killers still make their living
Even stealing tears from their eyes
the cold depths have no misgivings
And without a chance to say goodbye
The heart of the sea is unforgiving
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
Red flashes and white
Black spots and no air
Fear of myself and fear of drowning
Time and experience are a snare
I am hydrophobic
So instead I love fire
A hatred and fear born for water
But fire and smoke guides me clear
I fear my own anger
I fear my own strength
I fear being helpless
More fears among my ranks
I fear giving up
I fear losing friends
I fear so many minor things
And the pain doesn't end
I hate all my mistakes
So in turn I hate myself
I guide it inward so that I can
Lend help to anyone else
I hate to hurt but I hurt myself
I still hate that I do this
But if I'm not hurting others
It must be good, if anger like mist
Clouds my mind rather than my vision
So that I envision terrible things
If no-one is there, it's aimed at me
So clear and vivid, unlike a dream
I picture the pain, or perhaps the death
And when I do, I'm short of breath
I talk to myself, oh maniac I am
But at least I can connect it to where it began
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC