Fish,Bowl,Back,To,See
,I unlock my empty oxygen for an off beat, a single time,
,Air bubbles, encasing glass is breathe,breathe,breathe,
,No one knows I'm drowning with no strength to survive,
,The crook of necks glaring back, I can’t breathe,
,Our future is futile soil I can’t seem to seed,
,Breath creeps quick, slow; the same speed,
,So murky wet waves have a faint glow,
,Air bubbles with no open bank of arms,
,Tear silent sacrifices slowly apart,
,My blood beats, trapped in tactile tempo,
,Why can warm people feel so alone?,
,Death hugs my struggling mold,
,I won’t grow up, won’t grow old,
,And they don’t even see my struggle,
,The pupils I perceive peering from my closed bowl,
,The heroes and villains I wanted to be,
My fatal fortune from far above,
Their distance has blinded me, it’s all I see
Thus my last breath is laced with lacking love, not relief.
And. I. Die. With. A. Dormant. Piece.