Scavenging Thoughts (of mortality lost)

Falling so deep
Down, in my restless soul’s deep gorge

Holding my breath
No more light
I’m alone

Nothing around me
No struggle
No ground

Heavy eyelids, empty mind
In the warm rain burning my face
In my crimson sea, my unconscious spiral

In the warm rain burning my face
In my crimson sea, my unconscious spiral

I wither time
Scavenging thoughts with dark soil
Where tarried polichromatic turmoils
Come face to face
In a parody of vitality
Of mortality lost

Black dust dries my skin
Purifying my tired limbs
While softly I writhe

I wither time
Scavenging thoughts with dark soil
Where tarried polichromatic turmoils
Come face to face
In a parody of mortality

Falling so deep
Down, in my restless soul’s deep gorge

Holding my breath
No more light
I’m alone

Nothing around me
No struggle
No ground

Imprisoning me
I let myself go
Afloat, adrift