Sinking in a peaceful pool, looking up at A Cotton Candy Sky,  
The Chlorine fills my breathless lungs as I slowly start to die. 
I begin Counting Sheep as I wait patiently for death, 
I Come Clean in my mind as I hinder my every breath. 
 
I Can Feel It Calling now, as I slowly begin to fade. 
To Breathe You In once more, there’s nothing I wouldn’t trade. 
Broken, you chose to leave me and Hurt, you went away 
Though years of Convalescence, your decision I couldn’t sway. 
 
The Ugly Pattern reared its head and this time you gave in, 
It sang to you Like A Symphony of Crickets or a sweet, soft Violin. 
I tried my best to stay here, but my Home Is wherever you are, 
I’ve always said that You Can Count On Me, and I’ll follow you near and far. 
 
I wonder if you are Heaven Sent, and I wonder if I am, too. 
For a chance to see your Autumn eyes again, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do. 
As the Chemical takes over now, I’m hoping that it’s swift. 
The White Curtains of my eyelids close, and I finally begin to drift. 









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Another contest entry, this time for 10 Forty Three's Their Titles, Your Tributes contest. I was thrilled when I saw this one because it is, yet again, a brilliant idea. I chose my favorite band, Trophy Eyes, because they have great song titles. My favorite song of theirs (and in general) is Chlorine, and that's where I drew inspiration for this. I also titled this poem after one of their songs. Hopefully, I did this right, but I had a lot of fun with it either way.