Aphotic.

My dark and twisted reality...
detach thy from the spirals of terror,
disorientation reigns over my psyche,
lucidity blurs like the dreams at dark.
days whisk by like the winds of time,
ticking each passing minute away,
flowing from the grasp of my magnitude,
swept and vanished underneath the aphotic.
the ambient air ebbs and flows,
we'll sail away under my sea.