FREE(DOOM)

Ever green beneath the fragile layer. When cold, they're blue. They engulf me in a seemingly endless liquid embrace, complacent in its warmth. Rarely calm, they call for me to set them free and witness what ripples beneath their ruby folds. I close my eyes to will them away. My words are desperately at bay as their stream courses through me, echoing their requests again. Relentless, as they have ever been. Whispers of pleas immersed in frantic resilience, "Set us free, and in return we shall do the same to you."
This is when my silence breaks with insane prayers to nobody. "Do as told before paralysis-regret". Blades in red scattered across white marble. Veins exhaling the deadly sigh. Free at last.