What is happening?
What is this fear?
I feel like I am sinking,
Being swallowed by the cold;
Being beaten by the dark.
How will I be seen?
How will I be heard?
Will my screams come in waves of silence?
Will my tears drown in rivers of sand?
I feel a slipping, heavy hole.
I feel the fear moving through me,
Like a parasite in my veins.
I feel the pain like mud,
A quicksand to my soul.
Not knowing my limits,
Not owning my essence to live.
The sweet beads of regret,
Break the skin so clean.
As my blood empties from my heart,
I am finally rid of my soul.
I will feel no more.
I will cry no more.
I will need no more.
I will be no more.
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