Flourishing Descent

Conjecturing my guilt like proving existence.
It becomes a challenge to think with ribs impaled by demilance

Leaping into the cleansing water long forgotten
I realize that it has become impure and rotten

Dragging my carcass into this dismal Sanity
I see that all life feeds off of vanity

And I gaze into the broken mirror casting truth into the sands
My mind sighs as it crashes into foreign distant lands

The liquid that builds behind my eyes goad to be released but I deny
And I embrace the moment feeling the now, as euphoria cascades down as droplets from the sky

Reaching into myself feeling the skin snap as I push my fingers in the cracks
Realizing that I am hollow as my shell begins to crumble and my iron soul turns to wax

As I drag myself along searching for that instant where I can feel alive
It has become so very tedious and draining, do I even want to survive?

Now the beauty that once bewildered me then, has grown old and scared and left me for dead
It's been so long to recall a solitary word you said

And within a broken moment of realization I saw that all of the colours merged to gray
And my spirit finally gave up and the shadows kissed and began to pull me in, maybe I should just fade away.

...Sink