Can't seem to keep my head above the waves of this grey ocean
Winds turn up tides in this storm of souls
The moon's gaze encases my own soul
Tying me to the very log sinking into this sea of questions
Of which I'm stranded
Chest pulls tight as my throat clogs full of this foul air
Which I'm forced to breathe
Each breath carries a weight on my shoulders
That encumbers me deeper into the ocean's abyss
Eyes shot up to the surface of the moon
Cascading down into the sea of which is my own imagination
And where I have full control of it's severity
Yet all I do is crash
Drowned I see myself lying on the ocean floor
Surrounded by grey coral
A field of eyes staring back at me
The current pushes and pulls everything
Yet I stay
Chained to the very floor I sink
And all I imagine is being able to swim to the moon
No deep sea diver or kindred spirit could pull me from this descent
Even if so I would still be water logged
Lungs still filled with words never spoken