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"Quicksand"
by Jeph Johnson
As your memory slowly dissolves
deep into my conscience,
all the things I must resolve
become something that confronts
my inner-sanity and reason
and the harmony my intellect could feel.
The honesty I formerly believed in
when honestly your falsity revealed
a part of me I knew had died forever,
an innocence I never will regain.
The ties we made, I thought we made together,
were only nooses 'round my neck in pain.
So now my arteries are nearly severed
and I wonder if blood travels to my brain.
Never again will I have a love so precious,
for I can never give myself so true,
I wade through all the mire of my depression
only to still be stuck in it with you;
although you left my side so long ago,
your pull into this mud has me imprisoned
and the more I struggle the more my progress slows
any journey to a sane and sober vision.
