The Hero of the QuickSand Kingdom vs. The SureFiring Squad

I wanted a Surefire/
Quickstart to something good,
And for once in my life,
Things seemed to work out as they should.
But as it turns out
Nothing ever turns out all right.
Now, I’m turning inside out
As it all turns off just like so many lights.

Darkness.  D-D-Darkness.
I stutter as it swallows me.
Deeper.  Down. Down Deeper.
Drowning breaths as I try to speak.

With this final breath,
I’m choking on every word.
Now that I see death,
All these words I’ve said, so pointless and absurd.

I’d become a castle--
Stronger than a house of cards,
But then the stained glass broke.
Red sharp stabs from those colored shards.
It’s cuz I found out
I’m so much less than what I seem.
I wish I could just shout out
From closed eyes as nightmares fill my dreams.

Darkness.  D-D-Darkness.
I stutter as it swallows me.
Deeper.  Down. Down Deeper.
Drowning breaths as I try to speak.

That Quickstart led me into quick sand.
Now, I’m drowning deep.
That Surefire was a morbid firing squad
Waiting to fire on me.
The quicksand reaches over my head
As their bullets stain me in red.
I hope that there is something left to mend
With all the stupid words that I have said.

With this final breath,
I’m choking on every word.
Now that I see death,
All these words I’ve said, so pointless and absurd.

Darkness.  D-D-Darkness.
I stutter as it swallows me.
Deeper.  Down. Down Deeper.
Drowning breaths as I try to speak.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I believe quicksand would be a bad way to die. Would be a slow death. I like how you described the lost of air and the slowly sinking into the wet sand.
"I’d become a castle--
Stronger than a house of cards,"
Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Coyote