TOOLing With Referencing

I just bled the other day
While slipping back inside again
When i decided to PUSHIT out
Then PUSHIT right back in again
Seeing sights not meant to see
Breathing breaths not meant to breathe
There must something left of me
That's one thing that i still believe
But something new has pushed me deep
Swimming around in liquid land
I sink to my knees and LEARN TO SWIM
Within the bubbly sinking sand
Now I'm CRAWLING ON MY BELLY
To keep clear of the quicking sands
This is all the sand of time
That just keeps slipping through my hands
I've wound myself into a problem
The tightness cause such delusions
If i had to guess on how i got here
My guess would be my own conclusions
I know i stepped in through MY SHADOW
But he must have slipped somewhere somehow
The problem now is my own shadow
Is the only thing that can save me now.