I claw at the sides of the well,
At the walls of my prison.
I drop further into the dark pit,
Gritting my teeth
As I desperately try to find a handhold.
My nails bleed as they begin to rip back,
Making sickening noises
As they are slowly peeled from my skin.
The tears long ago dried,
Leaving their stains across my face.
My foot touches the surface
Of the black substance at the bottom of the well.
It only makes my fall faster,
I cry out in surprise
As the goop begins to suck me in,
Pulling me farther.
My motions becoming more and more desperate
As the murky liquid reaches my knees.
By the time it's at my waist,
I've given up.
My fate's sealed,
I drop my arms drop to my side.
Allowing myself to sink farther.
The darkness consuming me.
When it reaches my neck,
I have a small spark of panic again,
When it's at my jaw I start to struggle again.
But by now it's too late.
The goop covers my hands,
Making them slide over the wall,
There's no hold for me to grab,
No way to get back up.
The black water slips over my lips,
And as it gets closer to my nose,
A tear leaks out.
And then another
And another.
It's ironic how now that I'm a lost cause,
The one thing that would have saved me before,
The thing that made me loose faith when I lost it,
Comes back in the end.
My ability to cry.
My reassurance that I still have a sliver of humanity.
It comes back when it's useless.
A cruel joke as the black water slips over my head.
A small ripple in the goop is all that is left of me
As I disappear under the surface.
All that's left for the world to see of me.
And not long after,
Even that ripple ceases to exist.
Nothing's left of me now.
