The Flavors of Darkness

The Flavors of Darkness

The numbing blackness without cold or heat engulfs.
I float in calm brackish decaying still waters offering no struggle.
My lips taste its decomposing and dying matter. 
I should cough and gag on its foul disdainful taste.
Swallowing without thought I do not relish nor disdain it.

The raging river of inky waters flows around me. 
I find power in the rage that burns within my mind.
My tongue lashes out with curses at its metallic flavor.
I fight with inhuman strength against the relentless flood.
Sinking again beneath the fury my mouth spews yet more obscenities.

The stream of the unseen falls pours over my soggy soul.
I fall sunken to my knees beneath its pelting lying flow. 
My lips taste the two hundred tears, I add to the deluge.
I can taste no more my Aquarius upon my brine burned lips.
Slowly, I fall to my lowest estate far from the banks of the Danube.

The water flows through my fingers as I grasp trying to contain.
I stand knee-deep in the still waters, sulfur burning my nostrils.
My tongue refuses waters cupped in my hands as my lips convulse.
I curl upon myself and submerge beneath as I flow into the black sea.
Sleep below the breathless death brings no rest to my lost spirit.

Reviews

[B]

It's amazing how the same person that brings us sunshine can kill us at other times

I love your work

Sure you know that by now

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reading and reviewing this writing. I am glad you are enjoying my writings. Yes, I agree how the same thing or person can be and are both life and death.