Going Going Gone

Would you imagine yourself

Standing on the beach

On sand that's been heating under the afternoon sky

So much so to keep it burning right into the night

All you hear is the sound of the ocean

The waves crashing upon the shore

A mechanical murmur

Like that of an ailing heart

The coarse tune of a dying engine

So manipulative that it takes only a while

For your heart to start imitating it's beat

I stand here

On a lonely shore

And to look up and see infinity

Dark and beyond

No sign of a land beyond the darkness

Depressing and how so

For I could walk into it

And be gone forever

Be washed onto some other strange land

Not as me

But only of flesh

And water

I am not suicidal

These are barely just my moments of regrets

That I stand here for nothing

To think of things so surreal

You need to be harbouring a storm in your soul

So I agree

For I do

But have I not

Always been this way

Running away from calmness

Right into the arms of oceans of chaos

I could sit still

Waiting for the rays to hit my face

But instead I choose

To chase the darkness

I am not angry 

For I have no rights

Its nobody's fault

Or is it

There are just so many trying to do right

But is it my fault that the bad is so bad

That it decays my soul

Inside out

I know nobody reads this shit

And so I want to say

I am not depressed 

But I am definitely not okay

For to feel anger fear love

Is a blessing

And here I am

So chaotically poetic is your presence

That I can feel

Nothing else at all...