the blackened sea of eternal darkness; ye

i drift off in the evening
drift off into sleep
not before crying
weep myself to sleep
upon me thee eternal darkness creeps

i dont want to wake up
come the morning following
keep me drowned in dreamland
remaining in my blissful
comatised deep sleep

eep
eek

i feel so down and weak
but really i feel nothing
emotionless and bleak
would it at least be better
to feel something

anything
something
everything
nothing
nothing
nothing
no

i dont no
know
row
my boat on tranquil seas
seas made up of a black
thick, gooey liquid
like still, viscous oil
goes low, so deep
down, mighty and endless
my only solice
to look up at the stars
my only joy
to look up oh so far

unlimited lights
at the end of
a trillion tunnels
too many options
i become paralysed
i die
on the sea of
eternal darkness

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McDream's Poetry

I write stuff. Mostly comedy. Probably unfunny, if it's not your cup of tea drink coffee.