i could drown myself - find solace in the underworld of sirens and the ironic clarity the sea has been known to provide, for all that it has murky waters- but my demons know how to swim. they'd hoist me up to ensure precious lungfuls of air would be rammed down my throat. survival is subtle ******. i am immortalized in the moment before the surface tension breaks.
I've seen the "I'd drown my demons, but they know how to swim" far too much lately, and in my annoyance, did a revisitation of it.