...Saturation

By SolApathy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxg4C365LbQ

Into the chaos of dreams rendered in blood
I seek to end this dark flood
Emotions of a soul scorned
Brillo-pad worn
I feel the rough saturation of memories seeping deep
Drowning me in this darkness I never did seek
Thoughts of serenity as far away as infinity
I burn with empathy I could never share
Look into these dreadful orbs of dehumanized flesh
Retched tears of death spawn as I am upon the crest
Below the ocean toils to seduce my sin
Daring to imbibe what little is left within
Hollow –My flesh is my grave
There is nothing left here to…Save

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Published on Wednesday, July 18, 2018. Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

...As I try to dream of a moment I miss-- I find only thoughts of death's kiss...

Comments on "...Saturation"

On Tuesday, December 11, 2018, sTr8-jAcKeT (697) wrote:

And had I sought whispers, beneath darkened skin; my mind could attain the asylum within. But here I am brought to the reaches of grace, where willows would dream for the winters that save. I loved this, i wanted more; but this is insanity, this is beauty. Please, continue.
A former member wrote: Wow, absolutely loved reading this. Really like the way you use your words, dark and stunning. Nicely done
On Wednesday, July 18, 2018, Anna McCarra (357) wrote:

An empathy you can never share --why not? That you feel it, is a start. Keep writing, my friend.