The Drowning Pool

I am an old man that lie’s to him self, to sustain a happiness ill never know.
All I see before me is, sadness and pain, dark clouds and bloody rain.
I see my self alone, and cry tell I’m dry inside, and still crying more tell I bleed from my eyes.
What does it matter if any one hears, I can’t see there face through all these red tears.
Faceless victims of my dark world, all trying to make me happy, so pointless when you drown in a sea of crimson made from sorrow, no words can make it past your ears when your drowning in self pity loathing and hate.
Just like when you’re under water, everything seems so distant, and fading, all try to give you a pole to pull you from the pool, but it falls short and you fade deeper into the murky crimson as your vision starts to blur and things get darker.
Tell all your senses go nub, the crimson liquid you can no longer breath, your heart aches and lungs burn for air, your skin feels like it’s a flame, and your mind pounds for air.
Your own tears add to the liquid you drown in, tell your lost in the vast pain hate you feel for your self, you cry so hard it feels like your bleeding inside.
Your screams never reach the surface of the liquid, you grab for things to keep your self from hitting bottom but there nothing there but your own visions your mind has made to try and save you.
Your mind lies to you to try and save you, and you reach for them and they disappear, and thus you only sink faster, your heart beating slower.
You can feel the bottom of the pool right under you tell your laying on it, watching the happy world above you, scream at you to swim.
To late now, your six feet blow sea level, and you’re tired, you feel so cold and sad inside you want to tell how you feel but no words can explain the sadness in your heart as it beats even slower.
So old am I stuck in my deep, deep pool, no one can even get near the liquid I drown in the field of sorrow is to grate to penetrate.
I can hardly see anything before me any more, and my hearing has become bleak.
Soon nothing will save me from my self, soon all lies will become clear, and everything I reach for will be gone.
I am an old man drowning in my pool of bitter sadness of crimson red liquid, I lie to my self to sustain a happiness ill never know in my reality.
Even now I hold back tears of blood witch kill me inside, so that no one can see my pain when I look in there eyes.
Love your self before others can love you, you must love the hideous monster that is you, before any one else can love the glory they see with in you.
Learn from my suffering, and stand upon the shore line, and say you’re satisfied, choose to chance the rapids and dare to dance the tide.

By: Sun Dragon
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