Drowning
The water is at your neck
My words around your throat
Dragging you into an abyss
A sucking black vortex of sympathy and blame
The water is in your lungs
You're choking on rhetoric
I'm gagging from the stench
One foot on the high moral ground, the other on your head
The water runs from my eyes
I just want you to see things my way
But it's dark
And the sun isn't rising any time soon
My words around your throat
Dragging you into an abyss
A sucking black vortex of sympathy and blame
The water is in your lungs
You're choking on rhetoric
I'm gagging from the stench
One foot on the high moral ground, the other on your head
The water runs from my eyes
I just want you to see things my way
But it's dark
And the sun isn't rising any time soon
posted by Information Sniper at 1:10 PM
2 Comments:
Metaphors that hide little.
Directness.
Excellence.
Hopefully this site isn't a microcosm for the wide world, because so far everything has a nightmare viewpoint on things. Which is accurate, I guess.
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