stalemate

Plunged into the lurking waters, filled with past memories and remnants of a gold plated past.

Now, replaced by jeers of the pitiful—plucking and tearing me apart.

When did I begin to fear

Complacent and eager became shameful and estranged.

Crossed between mediocrity and the crawling disgust of a jester‘s roll—to which shall I succumb?

Unresponsive as the days continue—ego crumbling yet playing dead as I yearn for dignity.

Nauseated by needs; gluttony making me a host to weakness. Haunted by perpetual disgust, my body will soon fail.

An eye twitch to the rolling hunger of a devil—I fight for what is not mine and sob for what I could not contain.

Roaring with pride, renewed in spirit and faith, the devil jumps from my arm. It’s whispers drowning me in vice.

As air breathes and waters swims—gills keep me wrapped in my self conscience.

Though cold and frigid, adaptation pushing the standard that lay so close.

Once more, I shall drown.