- "
My feet, suction cups on the floor,
Filled of one's tears set wallow.
His sorrow lifting my binding allure
To an ocean of depth even fish can't follow.
I traverse said ocean, torward a painting,
Where my hands sinfully smudge it's lane.
My spirit waining, I'm going insane,
His divinty should be exemption from pain.
He then began lifting My helm,
Such expirence less then seldom.
Now our eyes are a realm, I can't hide from
But I wasn't "used to this... much bliss"
"Dont look, im hideous" The air now distant
And my lungs rapped in web.
Never suffocating, my truest constant,
But never leaving, I lay in his water. Our bed."