Drowning

Water painted above my breath.
Sickness swirling below its depth.
My mind escaped to a place where it found rest.
In a grim jest that faced the fear of death.

Demons dancing beyond my sight.
Skillfully solving my Will to fight.
All those voices who say what is right.
Although unchosen choices fill this night.

Grace keeps bleeding beyond my grasp.
While disease keeps breeding behind this mask.
Fleeing from a mind that runs to fast.
Fleeting are the questions I forgot to ask.

Time stays woven without my will.
Scars seem faded as they start to heal.
Disease found comfort inside a pill.
I'd rather feel pain because i know it's real.

DH