A whisper, stalkingly crawls into an unsuspecting ear,
And once inside, it becomes the sole audible sound
In its suffocating world, drawing in nothing but white noise
Surrounding that once distant echo, able to slither through,
The room, begins to feel more cryptic, as that hissing voice
Creeps louder, buzzing in the canal of a tortured soul
Who closes his eyes, and hangs by a steel noose,
The outside, falls silent while drowning in their own hands,
A sea reflecting the pitch night, swallowing vibrance
While it searches for its next drifter, floating along the tide,
And it does, like a sonar, as a tear crashes on its body,
The devil in the depths, tying firm knots for clouded minds,
The high water is at the brim, about to overflow
From all those, who have drowned, seeking sanctuary,
At their hollow gasp, he hands them what they seek,
A bound rope, eager to send them to the engulfing gallows,
A chill, rushes over them, as their sight struggles,
The sea, has claimed another, washing away from existence,
Leaving all behind, finding no answer, only guilt
For more of an open hand, diving into to their darkness
Kept unseen on the surface, kept to be, their own demise.
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