The Deep

So while floating adrift in the water, and looking at my hands in the water, my morbid brain thought up a poem about drowning. So here it is for your creepy pleasure.

Splashing cold
Splashing fun

Till inky blackness steals the sun

The weight of all that is to be
Crashes down all over me

Till there is nothing but the cold
A quiet that breaks every mold

Nothing left
Nothing gained

Nothingness is what remained

Always yours,
Lady X