Abyss By xena

like blurred images they shimmer on the water of my thoughts
bright sparks that gleam and waver in the ebb and flow of my mind
sharp jagged edges piercing the gauzy film of my subconscious
thoughts so dark, thoughts that cut
through the fabric of the sanity i cling to, barely afloat
waves swell, trying to wash away the glinting edges of pain
before they tear assunder the threads which bind what still remains whole
the keen edge slices through the final tattered remnants of resistance
and i am lost
swirling down as thw water above covers with a ripple
what never may have been there at all