Philosopher's Floor

Crowd collapse,
Pink lace, and skin desired.

The hammock that you've chosen
Collapsed into the ocean.

Too late to save,
Your lungs gave away.

Oxygen creating
Air on the surface.

And that was the last of your living.

And we still infect these waters..

Skipping Beats

I am everywhere.
I am pieces.
I am air.
I am dark and light.
I am sun and sky.
I am wind and warmth.

My heart beats, my lungs expand.

My mind changes everything, everyday.
Sometimes I forget who and where I am.
Other days I know exactly what this is.
Exactly what I want.

But today I woke up to feel like I am disappearing.
Losing. Giving up hope.
Falling.

Waiting.
To hit the bottom, and crash.

Crash into more pieces,
multiples of millions.

Of Earth and sand and traveling particles.
To reach space, and stars and all countries of the world.

Because these places are lacking me, and I am lacking them.
Lacking love, and discovery and life in other universes.

I'm trying to hold on,
But I feel like I am being pulled into another place,
On the other side.

Somewhere else wants or needs me,
And I don't want to be here anymore.

I just want to feel alive,
Feel okay.

Feel whatever it is I can't anymore.

I think that I've lost my heart.
I think my chest is filled with sadness,
And now all that I am... is incapable of breathing.

Gone

You let the water fill your lungs,
You let yourself sink,
down, down, down.

Until all your emptiness
Had been consumed
By water.



Only things is,

Now your gone.