I'm imagining
Myself falling
Through
The floor
Leaving behind
Everything
But the pebbles
That I'd hit
When I quit
On myself
Floating
Was an option
Once
When things
Weren't
So
Brick walked
Shut
Everything
Must take a
Turn
In the end
Just to win
Back
Where
I started
Thick oblivion
Sickness
Caving in
It's nothing
But some
Nails
Hammered in
The difference
Is
The garbage
Is caving
In
The walls
Are taken
Down
And I am
No longer
Drowning