The thoughts that etch themselves on my eyes,
And the sensations which burn my limbs,
Caress and nestle themselves deep below the surface,
So that reality is once again be regained.
There is not a breath where I do not loath,
And there is not a taste that I do not enjoy,
By polar opposites, the tide rewrites the stars and the story,
Which I desperately attempt to swallow.
Rewrite, remake, rejuvenate, repeat,
Take away this haunting image,
No longer can I breathe, as I am wallowing in deep water.