Almost knee deep now, my roots firmer and stronger
The swamp thickening around me, its heat relieving my scared mind
Smoke now filling the whole room, easily blocking realty
Then I can see, the hidden hues in those darkened corners, finally taste through the thick of their skins
Dance in the falling rain, its wetness filling the emptiness within
My painted world now peeling from the walls, no more surface to balance upon
Slowly, the world moves behind me, not too far and I can see the difference now
Chaos, rippling through my remnants, a pregnant sea threatening with boiling peril
Waist deep now, a worship from a mere habit, a silent prayer against this religion
Can’t tread its viscosity, couldn’t fight its calling.
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