The Deep Down

On the best days
It warms my skin
But on the worst
The sight is sickening

It becomes a giddiness
That I can never fail to miss
And a nostalgic lust
That the heart yearns for
Deep Down

But the surface of my heart
And my head fight
And the Deep Down is defeated

Better days return
The surface sleeps
And The Deep Down claws up
To stand on the surface
And say
No more

Let me feel the warmth on my skin
And I will be delighted to find that
Now
I will feel the sun shine upon my face
and I will be happy
I will not simply survive in a dark pit
which itself seems to repress the Deep Down

I will thrive.