Oil with water dark deep sticky my ocean of grief all around no sun no moon sucha dark phase, my friend a hand has entered my chest and clutched my heart it squeezes life out and releases it back the hand of hatered for my internal self my kiddish creative self disgust for his incompetence, his laziness, his kindness no matter how hard he tries i will find and squeal life out of him there is only one of us who can survive..