adottedwhiteline

I gaze to the moon; the spotlight in the dark night unknowing of my plight. I’m stuck sinking in water made of liquefied misery and reeking of rancor. The taint stings my eyes, veiling vision from all sides. The moon casts its light on the surface of the water, but it’s blockaded by the blight when it’s this far under. I cannot move my body. The choking on my own despair is depleting me of precious air. I long to see the moon again, the stars once more, and the sky with its vastness one last time before I cross the borderline. As I try to deny my passage into the point of no return, my body knots further and my soul procee

I gaze to the moon; the spotlight in the dark night unknowing of my plight. I’m stuck sinking in water made of liquefied misery and reeking of rancor. The taint stings my eyes, veiling vision from all sides. The moon casts its light on the surface of the water, but it’s blockaded by the blight when it’s this far under. I cannot move my body. The choking on my own despair is depleting me of precious air. I long to see the moon again, the stars once more, and the sky with its vastness one last time before I cross the borderline. As I try to deny my passage into the point of no return, my body knots further and my soul procee