Plastic love plastered all over my face. Rising and falling in this cataclysmic world. Laugher slowly falling out of place, as masked darkness seeps in through the uncaged mouth. When shackles become the greatest weapon, the world is bound to fall apart, and so the plague became. Rumors spread, but then forgotten, but still torturing the source and the prey. Intangible waves, the sharpest point, pricking and casting, but then faded away.

But then, the pen and the inkstains, bleeding through, tainting the blood of the heart. A black substance now courses the veins, reaching every fingertip, every fold of the brain. Waterfalls lose their honor and might, when the comparison rests, for then, hence the fall, and the depths that are. Plummeting, farther and farther, blacker and blacker, until light itself is but a peaceful wisp of the imagination.

Tenebrousness blankets the views of all that surrounds, casting hails to farther stars. Stories become wayward, as the triumph rests, but that of modern order is the deepest depth. And so I pass, along the way, slowly giving up breath, and the plastic peels away. Cracked pieces of who I thought I was, now dissolve into the blackness around. Weapons fail and but so the plague be, resting in, the mouth of me.

The river of tales, now falls apart, as I sail, the vertical stream. Memories may bubble up, out of my framed mouth, but so to be, lifted away, back to the surface, of increasing dismay. Loud hisses and crackles now echo down to me, spiraling into the heart of the amaranthine sea. Poisoned substance now surrounds, as I slowly give away to the current and the sound.

But the farther I fall, now, the more real it gets, and the more I can breathe. The unsettling darkness now seems as the glow of the porcelain moon. No bottom yet, or even the inkling of such a thing, so I aimlessly sink, fall, plummet, into the nothingness. No fear, no luck, just I am, just, I am.

Suppression no longer matters, anxiety is who I am, gracing at forged light, bending a knee to the imaginations of my mind, giving in to the darkness, to the amaranthine sea. Here am I, inundated, drowning, in the depths of plastic love.