In The Abyss The darkness talks. Killing me softly with its words, taunts, jabs. Plants overwhelming thoughts in my head. Darkness becomes me. All I can sense. For I am drowning I am fighting for every breath. Kicking, pushing, trying. All hope and willpower dies. With it I find that I am dying Dying from my self On the verge I see, It was all me. I was the one who didn't do anything. I stopped trying, hoping, and fighting It was I who decided I was done living Death would come. Not by his doing or fate. death would come by my hand.
