Deep End Lost

February 16, 2016

Not a word heard

Not a scream seen

Drowning,

Choking

Where am I?

Where did you go?

Everything is blackening

Dragging,

Pulling

These demons of mine

Weakening,

Shattering

This shell of mine

Cracking,

Crumbling

A fragment is left

Only a fabricated smile is cast

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