• dark waters consume,
    floating deadly skin,
    digs under into the veins,
    slight open eyes seeing the tip,
    of the brink,
    shines,
    taunting to reach it,
    daring to bring more black within,
    to only know that what ever,
    is up and above,
    isn't a dream but reality,
    a force that drags,
    it down,
    was only to bring the insides,
    out,
    showing the true self,
    keeping it's owner inside,
    like a puppet on strings,
    yet different,
    as the body starts to go deeper,
    the invisible strings are there,
    lurking to force a move,
    but none have come,
    since this body is a hollow shell