Slowly i can feel it coming its takes over my body like a black ink
Incaseing me Paralyzing me
I can't Breathe my Lungs feel like they're filling up with black sludge it a Parasite taking over, 1..2..3 try to come back to earth try to make it out of the void but I'm Trapped I can feel thick glass walls around me keeping me stuck with my lungs felling and the oxygen depleting I rest seeing no way out I sit and watch the inky blackness around me
YOU ARE READING
Diary vent kind of thing and sometimes Poetry
Poesíathis is probably going to be poetry or short stories This is my way of expressing my emotions so don't worry too much about it
