The Waters Drag me

[milo]

After the applicable critique I received from Todd I've pulled together this next poem, I appreciate any taking the time to read -



I sift
through diluted waters
tainted in blood.
Of those I loved
Of those who sought elimination.
I see them all before me
speaking in tongues I shouldn't understand
and sing in songs
of lives I have taken
and lost.

There he sits
within my cataracts
but a mere memory.
There, she embraces him.
Her, of my deepest affection

They cannot be real

They're both here,
before me.
Caressing my trigger finger,
soothing my nerves
relaxing me.

But now wind gusts
cast them away,
I feel empty
many tears,
have fallen from my eyes
but not tonight.

Where does my ambition burn,
but within the boilers of fear?
It yearns for release.
To open the floodgates,
Would be to cast,
a decorative splatter
with the pulling of a trigger.
as barrel to brush.
So I paint the walls with my brains.

I hear them,
singing.
I step into the fog
To join them.

I am curious what is.driving.the line breaks here.