A ghost haunts the core of my being
It's taking control of every aspect of life.
A cold dead puppet wide eyed
full of doubt and fear
Animates itself as it dissipates into the mist.
The numb feeling washes over
Like water lapping at the shore.
But no warm sandy beach is this,
No.
The ice cold waters envelope me
And hurl me against the jagged stones and boulders.
Over and over
As the undertow sweeps me in again
I can't help but open myself to the void
As I rush from the hardened stones
And back into everlasting blackness.
Weightless
Helpless
Terrified
And weak.
The panic and strain rises
When fight or flight doesn't work.
Let it in
Let the ice water in.
Let it rush into every crevice or your inner body
As you sink like a stone into the bottom of the sea.
The void hath taken another
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
A ghost haunts the core of my being
It's taking control of every aspect of life.
A cold dead puppet wide eyed
full of doubt and fear
Animates itself as it dissipates into the mist.
The numb feeling washes over
Like water lapping at the shore.
But no warm sandy beach is this,
No.
The ice cold waters envelope me
And hurl me against the jagged stones and boulders.
Over and over
As the undertow sweeps me in again
I can't help but open myself to the void
As I rush from the hardened stones
And back into everlasting blackness.
Weightless
Helpless
Terrified
And weak.
The panic and strain rises
When fight or flight doesn't work.
Let it in
Let the ice water in.
Let it rush into every crevice or your inner body
As you sink like a stone into the bottom of the sea.
The void hath taken another
