Dream Catcher.

Retrograde brides

Sink into the warm pool

Catatonic smiles

Beneath hooded lashes

My poor ancestors

Foolishly donning a white veil

With bright, crystalline eyes

Their still bodies

And pale, sullen cheeks

Drown me

Finger brushed collarbones

Apathetic embraces

Pull me deeper

into a wavering mirror

Of deafening static

Their collapsed chests cling

Against my beating heart

And I decide my suicide dreams

May kill me in the end

But only because

While I am alive

I am painfully aware

I have not lived