I feel as though I am floating on a man-made craft in the middle of the ocean
Waves crash into me, but I still stand
Floating. Drifting into nowhere but the deep blue
Rushing waters sound as if all the noises of the world have collided and are rejoicing in my existence
Who am I?
Why am I here?
Suffering to torment others with my fear
God! God! Save me from this wretched desert
I plead my soul in your name. I do not always. I am not always faithful
Everyday is bright and gloomy, every night is dark and mischievous
I love the rain. It loves me
Terror courses through these veins, I do not tell a word
People are people
They don't get it. I don't get it. No one gets it. It is me and Only me on this raft
Alone
What guides me? Am I being guided?
To hell with everyone's deception
I am peace incarnate
Several days of the summer year are the blackest. As black as my explosive heart
It is dying
I have never felt such an emotion as I do with these characters of my imagination
They do what I want to and that's that. Not always
Never.
It may be lies but truth is what haunts me at night. Truth is the divine eradicator
Lies are warm as the blanket I do have but no one to share it with.
Seagulls glide, they will die
I hurt
I hurt with the pain of loving humanity and hating thyself
Why must you go?
Why must you hate me?
I love you
I don't know anymore
What is inside me is organic, not stone
I will soon invert into oblivion and so will you, my friend
Lost
Lonely
The sea air makes me sick. And so does my reflection
What big fish lies beneath my humble platter waiting to gobble me up?
Is there anything down there? Am I the bottom?
Twisted and mixed up. I know it
I'm starving. It is for the best, though
The raft will one day break, I can't float forever
I'm so afraid
Terror
The sea could be painful
The drug that wipes away those feelings but ultimately brings them
I wouldn't know
It could be swarming with microbes, no one to lend a hand. I must work for myself
Become myself
The five senses embrace what is ahead, but the sixth sense does not.
The imagination is fear
Fear is imagination
Tormenting me now, Great Beast of the open! I am having such a time, now!
I must depart from these waters to become a new
And join my brethren in the knowledge of the sky