piss tank

Liquid pleasure coursing through my veins- on to my heart
the very core of my existence- every fiber pulsating from the pitter patter pleasure ghosts jumping
up and down on the trampoline of my Soul stirring visions of Heaven but
oh God- the slipping down- the fetid bung hole of depression- my moorings cut to drift aimlessly
into joyless space- foul air beating about my head- I'm surrounded by a seaweed cobweb dead poisoned sea green with bilge crashing in waves on my septic body-
trapped, smothered, not a sound out of me except faint echo's that might be heard at the bottom of a hollow barrel- down down the bung hole i go- skin ripped- bones smashed to pieces from the decent and this is only the beginning-
I keep falling through blades and briars i will not stop falling-
I'll burrow through the earths core and end up floating- empty....