like an emotional submarine
that cant surface for air
I travel these planescapes
of lucid imaginings
feeding lies into my
escaping realiy
reading, flies buzzing
from the distance i travel into
my obscurity, fading faster
becoming one with the horizon
as a mathematic expression
that i become
through my analyzing soul
seeking no more
finding no resting place
wanting nothing
empty
i can dissapear into
gulping water like its air
tar fills mmy lungs
claws tear at my back
raking the flesh
scraping eternity into my retina
searing a flashing sense of sin
jogging squirrel hall ways form down further than before
sinking, washing with recluse tread flow to you
have leak, squelch.
sputter
spit
gulp more air
oxygen
getting high on substances taht my body needs for life
living
dreaming
escaping into obscurity

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