Thursday, December 04, 2003

Swimming Towards Prophecy
The waters of submission
Eyes cursing and throbbing
Tears flowing down my scarred face
Salt stings
I can't hold my breath for another minute.

Within water my screams are muffled.
Swimming and in search of relief.
Drifting towards the mirrored surface.
I can't hold my breath for another minute.

Sleeping to relieve.
Ascending from this liquid penitentiary.
Falling into darkness,
while moving towards light.
I inhale, to digress.

posted by Adam @ 12:00 PM Comments: 0