Um...the title doesn't really fit the poem, I think, but oh well, it's the best one I've got...^_^


These fluids pulse rhythmically,
flowing as one.
no more breath is left
when all is said and done.

Incoming pool of madness
so much like the tide.
churning, the door opens
and brings me inside.

As the sun shines
and water flows
memories will overlap
leaving the stories untold.

A flag of blue silk
covers my eyes--
blinding me from the truth,
filling me with lies.

Man on the moon yonder
what is your life like?
wandering aimlessly
without a soul...

but with sight.