The Sweetest Flower

“I don’t know when it started, but it’s getting worse. I’ve got this sinking sensation.. again. I just want to figure out what this is all about. The warm black liquid building and rushing out my eyelids. Maybe its a sign from god...
I felt it look through me.. like I couldnt breathe. A mouth full of dirt, and my lungs burn. I thought the dreams werent real. Don’t say that cause you didn’t have look into its eyes! I cant look at myself anymore. It’s just like before you were born. I dont want to be alone, but now I dont have to be...
In the end all we have is our memories; hands reach inside, wilt and then die. It said to me, ‘Let the ocean breathe in we, and be consumed. Bathing us in the blood of the mother. The relentless unforeseen of these continuous dissapoting veins of time going bye.. nevermore. ‘I have nothing to draw with, and the well is deep. Where can I find living water?’ I saw her eyes in the sky, I just wish I could get some traction.. have you ever seen god?” “How does it make you feel?” “It makes me feel like the sweetest flower of all...”