The liquid mind
Cannot get through the keyhole;
It traps me inside the room.
I am surrounded by water;
Trying to come to terms
With the annihilated past
And the acid tears
That weren’t mine.
I am an iceberg
And my melted heart
Is sinking this Titanic
And everybody else on board.
It’s getting cold;
My eyes are closing on their own,
Not giving me a chance to understand.
I go under.
I will remain,
Creating ripples on the water surface,
Melting the last of it,
The last of me.
Don’t go away,
It’s too dark here;
The shield is down –
I can’t protect myself anymore.
Unseen forces ramble in needles,
Throwing them around
Like Halloween candy.
Yielding shapes keep convoluting
The soft lung tissue.
I’m going up from the bottom.
Just for the corpse to show on the surface.
You can leave.
It’s alright. Too late anyway.
Glittering waterfall of your sadness
Engulfs me till I can’t breath.
Your hands are directed at me,
But I can’t pull you up.
I can’t see the tears,
But I can feel them moving me further away.
I’m losing the touch,
Brain storage is getting empty;
Only a weak bell echo is left wandering
Around the corridors of my memory.
Pull me up. I don’t want to drown
In the sadness that isn’t mine.