deep end

i feel
though I also think
and cannot stop the flood
it is
suffocation
realising with perverse glee that
madness is power
the impending mania defies any fear
yet this fear is the key
and the mind the door which enters into
drowning
multiples in orgy
the selves fall apart and laugh at each other
sensations of exquisite despair bizarre sorrow hysteria joy murderous fury
asphyxiation
delicately thread the line which strangles
vertigo vision
it is too easy to let the self be destroyed in this quest for the questionable
and then swallowed darkness expands
infinitely, and the falling
should end
maybe