Sinking Poem by Maya Hershey

The flow of blood is bumming like a font of wound beneath,
taking my pain away untill there's no more grief to keep,
I'm drowning in this bottomless sea of feelings collapsed into parts,
I'm sinking in a shade of blotched red but yet covers my head into dark,
The shadows took my soul away to the drops of blood,
The healing waters of blood that have tortured my tongue,
The sounds of pain or grief... I wonder if which?
Life is like hell or fire.... I wonder if which?
Burried in reign... in pain...
My soul is conceited through in vain...
My memories are still to be in remembrance,
yet.... I still callout for the pasts in reminiscence,
yet.... I still stare fiercely at this broken door,
yet.... I still feel there's something behind it more,
there's still something loose and cold,
savage all the way to the core..
My wounds have been deeply cut and hurt,
have i meant to hold this crimson curse?
Oh how can I tell life that it's not beautiful anymore?
How can I tell my pride that it's not strong enough for?
Maybe my wounds aren't deep enough to make me see,
Maybe this is the end of another cold and sore bleed,
Sinking.... In the deep sorrows of life,
Sinking.... In this grieved soul of mine,
Sinking.... Untill I feel the seeking time,
Sinking.... Untill I feel It's the moment to die,
Sinking.... Untill the nails scratch my skin,
Sinking.... Untill there's no more remorse for sin,
But I know I'll remain sinking....
'till life shall release my soul from within.....