The depths

Here at the bottom there’s a strange sort of air

These walls are all blurred and the corners aren’t there,

here in the depths a man lay unwoken.

we know this mans name though it cannot be spoken,

as I approached did he make slow cryptic motions,

with hands cracked and dry like they’ve never seen lotion,

He staggered my way and he slid me a token,

why not trade your soul when it’s already broken,

I gave him a bow and turned to the stairs,

and since I’ve returned I’ve no longer a care.

Nothing to loose means Theres nothing to steal,

now watch and rest easy with as apathy peels

away everything one could possibly feel.

Thou criticize me for making this deal,

but you’d do the same if your mind could not heal.

It seems some of us are just beyond repair,

and how can you fix what never was there

now I just watch and I sit and I stare,

as My bones fall to pieces and starve in my chair,

not that I wrote this poem complain

but these are just notions one Needs to explain,

not just for you but for myself as well,

heed this advice and keep distance from hell.