An ocean of emotions are spilling from my chest.

By sunset my feelings will have drowned me.

Color’s shift from green to blue.

Dark waters ahead are unwavering.

Even my mind is dying softly with the rest of me.

Forgetful I am, but not right now, when I am filled by memory.

Gorgeous scents of salt and sea suffocate my brain.

Hollow from the world around me, I am my own thought’s detainee.

I am a prisoner to my mind that threatens to kill me.

Just let me go, I want to scream into my conciseness.

Killing, drowning, and dying are all I’ve ever done.

Living is not at all like death.

Maybe I was just born to drown.

Not just a victim- but I’m a murderer too.

Optical illusions fill my mind, blurring reality.

Please don’t let me die thoughts.

Quietly leave me be.

Roughly though, that’s what dying is- when your thoughts finally set you free...

So maybe I’m a victum and a murderer, defying myself and me.

The problem is my solution, my very destiny.

Unless I am mistaken, but I think I am quite sure.

Violently I promise, to stay far from ocean’s shore.

Willingly I jump into the crashing waves of my mind.

Xenial is the ocean, to finally let me be.

Yelling no more, I am more quiet than the trees.

Zany is what I’ve become when I let my ocean of thoughts finally drown me.