For Me,
Being alive is like
A sorceress
Putting you under her spell
Before pushing you
Off a pier,
In chains.
You watch the light fade,
Bubbles rising up to catch it,
Feel the need to move,
In every inch of your soul,
But you're unable to.
You simply sink,
Regardless of intent or will,
Pulled by an unknown source of darkness,
That's always kissing at your neck.
