The abyss

I feel like I’m on the edge of death,

Gripping its ledge

Contemplating the end

Looking down,

                                Down,

           Into its dark and watery abyss.

 

There is nothing to see

But the inky void,

Thick and gelatinous

As it slowly seeps into my mouth and

                Down

my throat,

Sticky,

But tasteless on my tongue.

 

The air reeks of nothing,

And the wind blows softly over the body of the lake,

Fondling my skin,

brushing its wet and wintry lips over my cheek

and there

upon it’s back

it carries,

the faint echoes of those it buries.

 

Whispering they tickle my ear

                                with      

      their tongues,

nudging

their way into my thoughts, 

Slowly tugging,

                                   And

                                Pushing

And

           Prodding,

Deluding

           And

                                Seducing,

           Pulling me in,

                Pulling me under,

                 Down,

                           Down into their abyss.

 

It’s like a game of Russian roulette.

Logic tells you to run,

But the adrenaline,

Pulsing hard against your veins,

Spins the cylinder and puts the gun against your head.

The bullet goes round, waiting to be shot,

the hammer clicks,

And your heart beats against its cage,

Leaving you breathless

And wanting more.

 

But the whispers in your ear tell you to go,

And you give in.

You dive deep into the muck

Seeing how far you can go before looking back

And then you’re

left

gasping

And your lungs yearn for the taste of air.

 

You might make it, but

The slime leaves its mark.

Forever tainting

Your mind

And your flesh

And your future.

 

Forever

 you’re left with the stink you were too senseless to smell

Forever 

you’re left the memory of the thrill,

Running your hands across the surface...

until you’re diving head first into the filth.

 

And forever

The whispers are slowly carried

On the back

Of the foul wind,

Corrupting

And

                                                Polluting

The lives of those yet buried.

Author's Note

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