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Into the Deep
Drown me in the river, watch me as I sink. Tied together by a dark malevolent spiritual being, descending Into the depths.
The farther I float, the more my mind clouds. Memories flood, they pull me close. The surface of this water, I cannot break through.
It's crowded by the roots of the hollowing tree that looms overhead devouring any light shed by the sun. I touch the bordering line, my skin becomes numb, the lack of the of the touch of the ones that I love. It keeps me secluded and wretches the promise that I'll overcome.
All I feel, the water grows cold.
The pressure breaks my fingers into my hand, in through my arm and down through my spine. My body is aching, surely losing time.
My heartbeats and breaths are slowing and straining. The cavity of my chest now filing with blood, leaking out of my mouth and trailing behind my corpse.
Death is my carriage but I am it's horse
The farther I float, the more my mind clouds. Memories flood, they pull me close. The surface of this water, I cannot break through.
It's crowded by the roots of the hollowing tree that looms overhead devouring any light shed by the sun. I touch the bordering line, my skin becomes numb, the lack of the of the touch of the ones that I love. It keeps me secluded and wretches the promise that I'll overcome.
All I feel, the water grows cold.
The pressure breaks my fingers into my hand, in through my arm and down through my spine. My body is aching, surely losing time.
My heartbeats and breaths are slowing and straining. The cavity of my chest now filing with blood, leaking out of my mouth and trailing behind my corpse.
Death is my carriage but I am it's horse
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