Still as a carcass with flesh still intact
At the floor of my waterlogged aquarium,
With thought trains in tandem of fiction and fact,
I wish fervently in blood for a requiem.
Red lights form streaks, inducing delirium,
Tormenting me through the glass wet with rain —
Vultures of the sea, disturbing equilibrium
In the land of the living; I’m in their domain.
All’s stolen from me in stark flashbacks again;
Torrents of rain create pressure inside
Of my aquatic prison, decorated in vain
Superficially for my pain they must hide.
As these walls crumble, I traverse dark dreams,
And my body tightens and tears at the seams.