The Drowning (Re Post)

This world of fake and cardboard cake nothing is real, nothing to feel. Eyes they cannot see mind swirling decay like a planetary ocean of human waste and disease. Knowledge, hope, memories stripped, tossed like jetsam drift into currents of finality. Shards of once fantastic mind watch on hopelessly and cry "His darkness is killing our light." Senses wrapped in shrouds madness infestations burrowed deep into the psyche brain stewing in prison shell desperately clutching strands of sanity cannot hold much longer feeble grip slipping from dubious reality. Once warm undulating waters now swollen crashing tidal waves battering, eroding all solidity. A crumpled jabbering mess lies on the floor screams bring white coats to the door padlock, no key, for evermore. DGMC 13.06.2011