Five hundred words of steel,

Shot like bullets from your throat,

Punching holes through all the good things,

That I used to stay afloat,

Dark black water laps beneath me,

I can feel its breath,

Waiting for the perfect moment,

To drag me into its depth,

But maybe there is freedom,

In feeling things I had denied,

So I lay down in its icy arms,

And surrender to the tide.

-Starstruck-