Sunday, January 5, 2020



You feel yourself sinking
Deeper and deeper 
Arms restricted by what feels like compact sand
And every breath is a struggle
Like swallowing a jagged sword

And you scream from the top of your lungs
But no one hears
Or listens
Except for the dark knight
That beckons you

To close your eyes
Take that last breath

And end your suffering

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