Drowning

She can teach herself anything. She can teach herself to sing. She can teach herself to open up your box of secrets and spill the memories and things you keep hidden inside. Without a way, that's what they say. The ocean collects the sand, wipes herself clean of the sting of salt. It's not my fault. But I am guilty. Guilty of what? Of not knowing what to say. Today...today she is strained, pained, numb. Or is it dumb? They say I can't write/ but I will fight. Fight to fill my heart like an ambulance in sirens screaming resonance.

I can't dance. So I will sing. I will sing and I will stop writing, just...argue my case to the face. The faces of the places where I can't be let in. The winners who score, and what is it for? Watching the world, like velvet black. I am a vulnerable cat. Meow. what now? I have screwed it all to hell. You can laugh. Oh well. Today is cold, it's getting old. I have said things, to myself. To the words...which reflect passion. My passion is passion. But I can't move, can't seem to believe. In the sunshine there is a concubine. What's concubine? A line?

Today the sun is melting, today the world is dying. Today the world is a corpse, squared///and no one dared/ I dare. I dare myself to go insane. And yet I'm plain. It's so the same. Make it right...no...tonight. Just pain.
Drowning is the word to describe, what's going on in my mind. Great.