Untitled Drabble

Honestly, this is what happens when I just write without thinking about it.

Slowing fading
waterfalls.
Unheard confessions
hidden deep.
Beating hearts
grow weak.
Blank faces
show themselves.
The lights are bright
they’re too much.
Broken shells.
Cracked armor.
Descending letters
dropping fast
onto pale fibers.
Absorb the ink
needy fool.
Drowning.
Slip beneath
the silken sheet.
Return
never.

Author's Note

It probably doesn't make any sense. The unconscious mind is mysterious.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Memories fade and voices rise as we turn to dust... You are profound in your unconscious mystery! Love the brilliance of your free form.

[Kiddx]

sure it makes sense and wonderfully written

Drowning.
Slip beneath
the silken sheet.
Return
never.

espceially these lines right here. It' saying you're drowning and you don't want to come back up.