Proteus: Save Me

The smooth rhythmic crashings of the vibrant seas enmesh the strings of chaos that I possess. 

This knowledge of the now, then, and the next intoxicate my every breath. 

The essence of life is a cascade of violence, confusion, immorality, and sadistic pleasure.

 No one can help me. 

 I’m drowning by the cares of this world. 

I cry out for help but no one will understand my complication. 

My cuts trickle down tinges with sadness. 

No one can help me.

I’m searching for the sun that lightly kisses the rippling waters, but it’s in hiding. 

I drown out the world with earbuds and pose as if I tamed my maelstrom.

Oh, I’m my own beast who distort my own reality. 

No one can help me.