Drowning

The sky rises as I fall before it. For there, on the ground, is something of safety. Smiles of mercy that keep us afloat, wishful play, and I am drowning in myself. Clinging on for life, I drift beneath the tide, forcing my last breath to escape me. A numbness to myself calms the rush. In knowing that the meaning of reality, is defined best in personal opinion, I find freedom. Sinking even further, this ocean has become my new air. I, a suffocated heart and burnt tongue of decrepit wisdom, no longer suit the fashion of a storm. I am taken up by the neck and shaken of filth, and hurriedly dressed for future success. Slap-stick happiness and wicked misfortune sets this soul free. As the sky falls, I rise before it. For there, above this tattered lie, is something of misconstrued reality.