Absentia 3/6

Beading water, salty to the taste.

Caused by jokes of lacking strengths in the sedatives.

High on water, drifting slowly

Salt rock, bed rock, rim-rock

If half the moon could outshine the sun how would that affect us?

Would we drown in the tides, or would we adapt, gills in hand?

Vomit approaching. Dehydration or just disgust from the people of this reality?

Two bottles down, none to go.

Sweaty liquid, salty to the taste.

Yearn is at a peak, addiction is piercing through me.

Marinating in my own foul juices like some putrid piece of, transformed meat.

Living in hell, knowing death is the only way to life is NO way to live life.

Unnecessary, unneeded, uncalled for.

Cock-a-doodle-Croak..Dead, the ratio of water to blood is as staggering amount.

To become or not to become some teenage rat Feeding off the life of another..

Glisten in the sun, resist love, compassion and be part of some super hit?

I think not, conformists, even though i am not "forced" for say, i am obligated to.

Nine to Five obligation to surviving, to afford that vital fluid that just passes and escapes one way or another, naturally of course..unless altered.

Naturally escaping its prison, used and reused till its sick of its cycle...

only to continue forever more..