Below the Waterline

Coldness surrounds me as my eyes die,

demons rise in my shattered soul.

Deliver me from my internal evil.

Crossing the cosmic path to the despondent beliefs.

Falling asleep in the middle of glory,

raging self-hate is a bitter gun to my head.

Can I pull the trigger?

Shallow light drowns me,

washing myself in lamb’s blood to feel this sorrow.

Reckless dreams full of apathy,

ruined on a mountainside.

My veins are bleeding dry,

all mistakes are mine to cuddle.

Turning toward the dark portal,

everything has died in my hands.

Twisting smiles of the one I love,

cancerous nightmares I bless to this world.

Pain explodes and my mind falls below the water line.

Will I die now?

Chapter 13