Abyss

[OxygenPlant]

The basis of this

just a moment through time

I stand small in this mass of gray

Chalky it feels against my mood

Unaware of the colour that passes

Loud it is, but sterile

In a cube of my imagination,

this seems euphoric.

though the lack lustre effects have drained me.

Draining.

The ink runs from my face

leaves me colourless

Dry.

I am a tin that echoes.

Falling down concrete stairs.

end over end.

Meaningless in action

Metaphor rises to win.

Moving through past sunshine

The stone in my shoe rattles.

Dull ache faces me.

I don't mind.

This is but passing.

I am passing

but still, I stand.