Skyfall
The water mutes the noises
of chaos as I close my eyes
and feel that unfamiliar coolness
envelop me,
minor 5ths playing out
in my head
Numbers play out in the stillness
as I wait for my lungs to scream,
fast losing sight of my reflection
in the water surface.
Bubbles rise up like schizophrenic
regrets.
At the ends of vision in the faded gray
feary dragons prance, amidst
bleeding target boards
of 2-dimensional enemies.
The very water seems to bleed
memories of disproportionate emotions,
condensing in missed buses and
leaving planes
and steely cutlery knives
as cold as restaurant conversations.
I made the mistake of looking up
the very sky swooped to strangle me
it crumbled into a bed of dust.