i never even imagined writing something like this but it ended happening. im sorry if its offending it kinda just turned out sexist.
but please leave your opinion.


Midnight Thoughts

Drowning in the blue sea succumbing to the deep darkness as I float ever downward. The pain is holding my bones and crushing my lungs. The cold embrace feels ever warmer. I float ever downwards. The depth consumes my eyes. All I can see now are the dancing lights and the teeth waiting to bite into my senseless carcass and the large eyes waiting to exscind my poor body. A blurry of motion passes overhead. Another exhibition of beautiful neon colors. Just another creature seeking my succulent flesh. My heart beats slower. Stop hunting me. I will die soon enough. And death begins. I float ever downwards.

wow..dark and painful, kinda sad

I like it

i guess you could call me a sad person with a happy face that only expresses his true feelings on paper

why do you like it?

I write, so I get what your saying..I have written about death before.
Always when re-reading I would feel darkness and pain..

Because i have had similar feelings about death.

think about a little more and you should see death is only a discription for pain. its not about death.

anyone else?

... sad
so it seems...almost alone

Consumed by thoughts is like drowning at times, panic attacks are very aptly described uncontrolled thoughts running amok and taking one's very breath. At times in life, death does seem the only available release, uNTIL you let go and find yourself floating or washed up on a shore of what next??????

I really don't see the 'odd' in here, but being consumed is more than apparent. Who is 'eating' you and what do you want 'torn and cut off' of your body?

This also reminds me of the abyssal creatures in our oceans. The incredible pressures that the creatures live in, the absolute darkness, the flashes of light that are used as communication and lure.

Odd, no...intersting? YES

I like it as well

It could also be interpetted as dying in love too.
Like regaurdless of how much we may run from it, it still
finds us anyway...