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Tonight I'm drowning...

Tumbling in ultraviolet sequences rushing loosely in a nested loop
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Promiscuous tunnels penetrating radiant innocence
              Bottomless and hollow consuming each piece, boldly tainting private ownership
Powerless against brut strength, surrendering reluctantly to blind demand
               Delirious and incompetent your heart stolen

The being which suffered modest abuse among the thorned bush blooms a beautiful rose. One by one each silky petal torn carelessly from its stem fall silently to the ground. Bruised and discolored each became frail and weak. Righteousness pleading innocent as breathe fades into the wind carried by admission. Peacefully evacuation bringing serenity among a once dying rose*.

Sinful howls echo from lost scripts written in stone
History has kept breathe into your memory for centuries
                   Quite mysterious you were, scaling your way across flatlands, leaping through the shadows of deaf eyes

                    Strong heart equipped for battle, a lover, not a fighter
Searching desperately for misplaced roots of which you came, a place to call home

The pieces never found, although the script still exsists

my sadness feels like
i'm swallowing sea water -
every gulp down my throat is a step closer to
dehydration
sinking to the bottom
no flotation
lacking foundation
my sadness feels like
vomiting frustrations
stagnation -
my sadness feels like stagnation.
sensations of vibrations
surround me but do not reach
my hands
or any part of me for that matter.
I see it -
i know its there
the energy is flowing in the air
a devious glare - i swear
i stare
and stay aware that this
illness
does more than impair - it's unfair , really.
My sadness feels like everything around me is dead -
i know its really in my head but
i look at the evening sky and see not
yellows and reds but
grays instead -
i used to imbed the colors into my
brain but lately its been filled with
tar - seeping into unhealed scars
its making a home here -
till i disappear
its not just me it's "we're" that's here -
its overstayed its welcome.
My sadness feels like a man putting his feet on my
coffee table.
My sadness feels like an empty chest -
one that rots with dust and
human rust it
echoes and howls when opened -
like its terrified of its urge to leave.
My sadness feels like a parasite that *****
until it falls but
it doesn't fall -
only crawls
through the hollow parts of me
and creates substance.
My sadness feels like accepting to drown.