I found myself this time left with the theft,
he was at ease as the easel was in front of him with shades of gray that would not fade on the canvass,
as he looked down, past the strangers frowns he would see past the hollow souls,
so many now it makes a new ocean within the depth of a specific pacific depth,
where the heart of man is laid to rest where the light of light is never to shine..
I see more and more drown,
past the depth where many are stimulated to remain and smile at the scorn,
where it feels free, to allow a disease to eat them freely...
I cannot explain it deeper anymore..
I do not wish to dive lower,
yet I can see humanity in the shallow end, in the warmth of current of lies,
where the dead's blood warm the shores...
I am cold..
So far bellow,
with each depth I dive lower I go,
and the sanity of logic becomes the illusion leaving the tide the only rhythmic echo..
edit on 9 16 2015 by Bicent76 because: (no reason given)