
Tryin not to drown
But the shadows always seem to win..
No matter how much I try,
No mater how hard I swim,
I can't stop theese tendrils from pulling me further in.
Is the light above a guidance.
Sent from heaven, a place so pure.
Or is the light just fleeting.
A blind false hope to wich insures
The shadows all around me grow deeper with each breath.
Yet strugle as I may my grasp will soon detest.
For the depths below are larger.
More prominant is who I see.
Smiling back at what I now know
Is me pulling me.
Art n oc n poem my self.
Nyeh just some old vent n such.
No matter how much I try,
No mater how hard I swim,
I can't stop theese tendrils from pulling me further in.
Is the light above a guidance.
Sent from heaven, a place so pure.
Or is the light just fleeting.
A blind false hope to wich insures
The shadows all around me grow deeper with each breath.
Yet strugle as I may my grasp will soon detest.
For the depths below are larger.
More prominant is who I see.
Smiling back at what I now know
Is me pulling me.
Art n oc n poem my self.
Nyeh just some old vent n such.
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