The days have been darker than these.

Still I find myself under water
Dreaming of days brighter than these
Half awake
Half-adream
Pieces of me
Littering the stream
Flowing into the dark clouds
Raining on me
Soaked in desperation
Wet with anger
Dripping with anxiety
Pull the trigger
Fire me
Empty
The entirety
Of whatever is rotting in these chambers
Once a rainbow
Twice a saviour
Now I'm six dead power rangers
Thrice I say it
Thrice you hear
Saying it louder
Won't mean you care
Saying it scars
The words I fear
Are much worse than
Your indifference here
So I
Roam the halls of the abyss
Feeling for a door
A window
A hoe?
To dig myself deeper
Lest gravity pull me up
And expose me to the sun
I'd rather... remain
The Abyss: I become
For though there were days
That were darker than these
I find myself unable
To veer past the trees
That spell my entrapment
In this enchanted forest

You still cannot see,

And maybe the days that
Were darker than these
Were a bit more bearable
Because you were with me
And now all I have left
Bouncing off the dead leaves
Is your lingering scent
Tip-toeing around me
Toeing around me
oeing around me