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drowning
FALLING
THE SIREN CALLS
LOST IN THE STORM
pale-womannSource:
The storm approaches the shore.
Dampness coats the air.
Mist sprays against my face.
Strands of hair fly in the wind.
Thunder rumbles in the distance.
I feel it.
It’s almost here.
Will I lose myself to it?
Let it take me to its depths.
I spread my arms,
Lift my head high.
I let myself fall.
Arms pull me under.
Lips reach for mine.
I’m lost for eternity,
Lost to the rushing wind,
Prisoner of the ultimate despair,
Partner in pain and sorrow.
The choice is made and done.
I float away with my dear one.
Together we will forge a path
Through darkness and hell
To a heavenly place beyond.
A COLD HELL
I AM LOST
Blackness calls.
It beckons.
Fingers grab me.
Teeth rip me.
Fish surround.
Cold depths.
Laughter rains.
A cold hell.
I am lost.
DROWNING IN THE BASEMENT
I’m drowning in a pool of water
in the basement of End House
Can this be an illusion?
The Dead love their games.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
THE DEEP

BLUE DEPTHS
Falling to the deep.
I cannot find sleep.
I thrash in the cold.
In the devil’s hold.
Water covers my face.
A dark and creepy place.
I struggle for air.
Current takes my hair.
I’m drowning in my bed.
It is all in my head.
BALL OF DESPAIR

art:
blue01
Artist: Malay Bargali
A ball of despair.
Lost in thoughts.
Drowning in sorrows.
Waiting for help.
All is for naught.
No help comes
For those who wait.
No one will fix us.
No one but ourselves.
BENEATH IT ALL

Source:maybexitxkeepsxmexhigh
Waves crashing.
Fins stalking.
Birds crying.
Sun glaring.
Head sinking.
Darkness approaching.
A soothing quiet.
A wet blackness.
A quiet void.
Beneath it all.