The River is like a God,
My Body in the Current like a Faithful Servant,
It Tugs at My Limbs,
Pulling Me Apart,
My Body Does Not Fight,
It just Drifts Along,
A Hand Here,
A Foot There,
My Hair like a Curtain,
But My Empty Blue Eyes Stare at the World,
Vacant of Care,
Peaking with Recklessness,
Exposing all the DAMAGE it has Caused,
Pleased,
Content,
But the River is not a God,
It is a Monster,
And it,
Swallows Me Whole