it was pulling me in,
suffocating me,
caging me,
swallowing me,
destroying me.

the shards of solitary slowly pierced my soul,
the torment comforting me, caressing me.
if my hollowness was deliberately engulfing me
the way you let me drown in an ocean full of uncertainty
then i guess kissing death's chapped lips would make me feel the sense of being alive.