Slowly slipping as of late. Im falling into a pit of hate, My mind’s becoming irate. I reluctantly anticipate That I’m soon to suffocate, Under the water that’ll inflate And call an end to my fate.
An idea that wasn’t that great... I guess I fell for rhyming’s bait... (The poem has a nice trait. The poem ends in ate, While the desc ends in eat or ait (Ate but it it’s an alternate))