I lay there
Drowning under pressure
While swimming in crystalline
Waters made sweet
By a lack of regret
Remorse floats away from me
Like slime in a hot spring

I smile
A twisted expression
Made passionate
Not out of inner love
But budding rage.

My flesh falls away
Leaving a spirit
Torn by tender thoughts
And made clean by self loathing
Polished down by the steel wool
And heavy heat
That is, that has been
The tidal waves of my emotions
Raging around my muddled brain
As if trying to break free.
As if they could swim
Alone in the world
To find a new host:
a new victim

I move my body
Only to prove I could do so
Sinking into the crude softness Of my shallow bed
I lay there
My eyes unblinkingly still
Yet closed away
From the internal passion
Which wages the unholiest of wars
Within a scar riddled heart
So unaware of it’s own torment
Yet so aware of it’s lack of love.

 
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