Falling. Drifting away; out of sight. Hands slip from my grasp as you fade into the fog. Mist covers your skin like leeches Fending for themselves Pulling you apart. You are engulfed. I reach for your fingertips Feeling nothing but mist. I fight for your electric shock Spiking my need like venom Slipping into my drink And I sip it down. Down poison. The glass meets my hands without warning. Shards fighting me back Going under Floating under Gone