YOU'RE DEAD. NOW WHAT?

BREATHE THE WATER WITH YOUR EMPTY EMPTY MIND

breathe the

WATER

let if FILL your lungs

until they are none

i never thought dying felt like that

more like, didn't feel like anything.

please help me feel 

SOMETHING

im DYING, god.

he is watching and laughing.

i must look deplorable 

reaching out for something that has and will always be out of my reach

feelings are not made for me

i am nothing but

water

now.

as i sink deeper and deeper i desperately try to 

F E E L

feel feel feel feel feel feel feel feel feel feel feel feel feel feel feel

pinches and bruises marks covering my bloated body

choking never helps.

(will the water cleanse all my sins?)

i am still

underwater

i am

the ocean.

everything is night now.

no fairy looking fireflies

no outraged or creamy clouds

no orphic moon

no gentle breeze

why is everything EMPTY, god?

LET ME FEEL SOMETHING, LET THERE LIGHT BE

black holes as eyes, where is the sun god?

the (your) abysses swallowed it whole, he replied.

i exchange a last glance at god,

my last thought will never be heard,

who does he think he is to let my sun get stolen?