Inner Depths
My head’s underwater Hissing salt and white noise An ocean veneer distorted Bruised heart’s asunder A quiescent catharsis It’s the epitome Of a shipwrecked masterpiece In a hollow of nothing I sink with the weight of incessant thought Fear, you black-hearted paroxysm Evanescing my colors in your gray You scrape away my former glory Contours of shadow disguise the sunlight surface I’ve become my purgatory
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