Greylotus - Dawnfall

Thrown from the comfort of acceptance Salt mimics the air, courting alveoli The distinct taste of brine and sulphur Replaces death's scent with Burning hypertonic tension Light is bendt, boards fading into blue Sanguine mist surrounds Escaping from old wounds Exquisite pain and pressure provide The vital requisite: A sepulchre unrealized Eyes awake False fugue state Buoyancy taunts complacency: The raven still flies Its sage silhouette rippling through meniscus A sardonic genuflection The black blood vapor sets Forming viscous, lithe tendrils Attempting to adhere to the lakebed Failing to grasp as they dissipate rapidly To their source now uninhibited Tasked to ascend Panic sets in Grasping the gravity of the situation I frantically flail my arms In an attempt to send the water aside Sight quickly obfuscated, brine churns in hysteria Equilibrium beginning to falter Guided by the glints of light From the crepuscular sketch above I continue the ascent, slowing Lungs waterlogged in suspension Numb to the plight Body light There is no pain There is but night Serotonin seeding temptation A growing impulse to yield Faltering will power escaping Mind contained inside a flesh coffin: sealed Why am I bound to this cycle? The gravity of my intentions to restabilize ridiculed Counter cognition cycles spin on Invariant under undying experience and effort Fear of failure anthropomorphized In the form of a drowning god Allowing false prophets to Succumb to the tide Let there be no barrier between The self below and self above Turn your head to the surface and Rise, rise Rise, rise Your immortal Quondam mind: Time and thoughts as one Gazing through the tide Your immortal Quondam mind: Now cognizant Divine You're immortal You're immortal