The answers seem to be drowning,
Swallowing dark waters in full mouth gulps.
Gasping for air, my brain is addicted to the pain
Surfing from the depths of my own eyes.
A cold steam is calling from underneath bare feet,
Slowly they are sinking in
The scaring gravel of my thoughts.
Look up, ignore a bit longer the glistening gloomy sea,
One day I'll scatter back to the stars above me.
What used to be only for the eyes of the dead,
Will soon be mine to grasp with steady hands.
Embrace me, Void, let my bloodshot eyes rest,
As the flickering red lights light the darkness
Behind my closed eyelids, and fill it with warmth.
Let them drive me
To a quieter place.
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