Just a random poem-type thing that popped into my head today…
The deep blue waters flood over me, they fill my throat.
I don’t know what else I thought would come out of this.
I guess none of it matters anymore…
I always thought I would die a glorious death, but maybe he was right; maybe no death is glorious.
Maybe what matters most is something completely opposite than what I thought it was.
As I sink lower, the physical pain I’m feeling seems numb compared to the sudden jerk of emotion filling my heart… or is it just the turquoise liquid filling my lungs.
I always loved the water…
Who would’ve thought it would be my murderer.
Suddenly, I feel like crying. Suddenly, my gaze begins to rip itself out of this apathetic, surrealism.
I think one thought, as the chains pulling me lower yank at my heart.
I’ve changed my mind…
I want out of this aquamarine dream.