Flood. Stifle. Immerse., by Anathema Subscribe to rss feed for Anathema

i am suffocating
sinking in your eyes
stuck in a place i despise
holding on to something i can't control
plummeting
suffering so quietly
i think the silence is taking its toll
hounding the heels of the hours i tried
taking my last breath to sacrifice
coercive martyr, pulling for the surface
floundering against the tide of your arms, your lips, your
voice
the void.
my lungs contract, asphyxiation 
attacks my throat,
a current of broken dreams and tears i've cried.
so tired of feeling hope and this endless struggle.
perhaps it would not be so bad to drown in you,
your ice-cold waters numbing me through,
severed nerve endings would still remember.
waterlogged memoirs of goals and ideals.
the pull of your aura, riptide sucking, undertow.
smile at me, knowingly,
your mouth full of what i feel.
having finally reached that better place
after being taunted so endlessly of stable ground.
so now we are steady, immobile.
something i knew was never there in life,
but here, who knows, my skin so cold
your face so cold, blind before we ever reached the bottom
afraid to ever know, full of you, my lungs are broken
stretched so far with what i never asked for
and now, i am changed and you'd hate me,
if you weren't so buried
under pressure, slipped on the surface,
lips to the brim, sand and salt and me.
eyes closed so sleepily, sweet, hold my hand.
never again will we see dry land.
Posted: 2007-02-04 18:09:13 UTC

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