Suck me under, take me down, into the depths away from regrets away from the gasping surface clawing for air. Swirl of color, flash of blue, tempest-tossed, golden-hued. Drag me kicking, still my tongue, staunch the bleeding, blot out the sun. Writhing, seizing, choking on the high-low-high, let the words bleed out, down, and around, into the inky blackness of an ice cold river.

Darken the moon, erase the stars, out of the sky away from goodbye away from the awful blankness stretching out, out, into the thinness of another year gone wrong. Fears, tears, rain, pain, same, same and it’s all the same. What meaning have the tides when the world stopped turning centuries ago?

Carry me, envelop me, cloak me, soak me in the language of water and darkness and misery and loss. Leave me; don’t leave me; hold me; don’t let me go. Drench me in this world of silence until there are no more words, no more verbs, no more last-minute resuscitations to bring me half-alive, back into the air, avoiding the stares, choking on the intensity of the pulse pounding within my veins.

Be with me, speak to me, talk me down, hold me up, hold your hands over my ears until the screaming stops and then.

Then.

Breathe the spirit back into my soul.

Music: Doesn’t Remind Me of Anything by Audioslave (lyrics)