poem

[mors_rutilus]

Suffocation
Laughter forced down my throat,
Closing in around me
And I'm lost in cold, pale mist,
Swirling and surrounding.
Icy knives invade the world
And my senses go askew
In the damp and dreary place
where my terrors become true.

Comments

[rebecka_jo]

Ah, Shan. Very good. Is this about dreaming? Or drowning?

[mors_rutilus]

It's what I feel like when I'm on the verge of a break down, lol.. Thanks, Cami.