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Sink
Sinking in my own thoughts,
skeletons dance before my eyes,
there motion to a slow tune,
while vast flowers bloom
with lights of the moon,
fluid of life mimics river banks,
yet slowly they are vandalize,
razor blades with evil fluids
are stuck in the membrane,
collaborating to sink me
more into this place,
use to dislike the cold cement,
as I hit face first pain with no remorse,
now the soil grows soft
respiration is now minimize,
fish in a tank
slowly seeing the water leak
through that crack,
knowing manner of seconds
till his lungs ask for aid,
wishing, praying, asking,
becoming a member of all known religions,
to fulfill his dream,
millions asking a same being,
not guarantee his tank to minimized is leaking,
for instead of wishing,
why not begin thinking,
resolve the situation to best of the ability,
I sometimes day dream of a better place,
where I can run and play
like in them days,
yet tonight in this lonely place,
sinking in my thoughts,
glancing at the slow skeleton dance
-che
