by Dylan Darroch

Created on: April 11, 2010

Emerging from the depths of your frozen ocean
 Unable to warm myself
 Warn myself about uncontrolled shivering
 Warring with blues and purples and every other color of the deep
 Aging lips wrinkled and writhing reflecting in icy mirrors more hues
of reddish dark blues
 Blanketed bodies conserving what's left
 Leaving loose end still lurking in the depths
 Soaking and absorbing dispersing the cold
 Relaxing my structure I try yet again
 Freezing is a feeling but is it real pain?
 
And if my blood warms what have I to gain?
 Societal certification verifying me sane?
 Sealed transcripts guaranteeing I'm plain?
 
Lurking in the depths of your ocean I think i will stay
 Dreary and dead, obnoxious, ok
 Sadness is a feeling but is it real pain?
 And if I feel nothing there's nothing to gain.
 
 
Frozen by night murky by day
 Day light is not needed despite what they say
 Warmth is a luxury sunshine for play

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