Forcing yourself into places you do not belong
Holding yourself under water because you are "under the water
You belong in the deep you say
You belong in the dirt you say
Saying you let YOU slip away
Left your core at bay
Escaping your dead skin from your dead heart from your dead hope from your dead of dead
You want to be saved under the calling that you can't be saved.
Can't be redeemed.
Cant be resuscitated.
Crying will only appease the sea which you are drowning in, willing to give in because there's no give out
No ladder to climb
No hand to reach down ,
No rope to salvage what's left of a UNbeating beat
Died along time ago, the blues blackened the white of her light,
The dimness sunken her riches and richness, rippling along the pebbles of emptiness
Tiredness, desolation, isolation,
An incantation for separation of lifeless life. She slips. She fumbles.
Kissed by Her Reflection
She is troubled no more.