DROWNING IN WHITE AGONY
In the darkness you fall.
But aren't you pleased to be a shadow?
You're hardly any visible and hardly ever seen.
You love it even though you don't know what it means.
But why are you feeling so shallow?
In the darkness you crawl.
Does it take a little bravery to be a ghost?
Are you brave enough to be so viewless?
Take a breath.
Hold your breath.
Now release it, though it's pointless.
Wasn't that the thing you feared the most?
You're pale and fading.
Seems like drugs had drained your soul.
I can feel you're losing hope.
Stop!
I remember that there used to be a heart where now's a hole.
You're wan and shading.
But the comfortable darkness you are hid in
won't be your refuge for good.
Run! It's over.
Don't you feel you're getting sober?
Now you're gone but there's a shadow where you stood.
You're too deep, there's no point diggin'.
You slide.
Look around, it's winter.
You are clean so is your mind and heart.
But your mind is stoned and your soul is hard.
You turn into an icicle and you splinter.
You fall.
You're drowning
in white.
E. Hastings
