is death so tempting?
i've live with it for so long now, it's the only thing i have left
basically
i found you drowning
in the blue-grey pool
at dawn
with a make-shift poncho
the sun was dripping into your eyes
i heard you choking
on the gravel i had kicked in
your bright eyes blurring
after a moment
i sighed
and offered you a hand
you paused
but accepted
in our embrace
the emptiness in ourselves
becoming this void
we remained entangled
paralyzed
but to watch as our soles caught
and pulled away
