Drown Poem by Riley Mistwood

Drown



Cold hands grab me from bellow

pulling, clawing, tearing at my soul.

Air escapes my lungs

upon my chest a thousand tons

I kick and writhe to reach the light

but in the end a loosing fight.

I sink now to the depths below

watching as the darkness grows

My body grows still

and in the dark

the monsters tear apart my heart

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