dopespike

Sometimes we tread on ice so thin,
Nothing to catch us but the water below,
Water that we will soon drown in,
Slipping from the life we once had,
Reaching for the warmth as we fall,
Splashing and flailing,
Only to resist whats inevitable,
We sink deeper with no rescue in sight,
The pain of the biting cold surrounds us,
As the numbness sets in,
I let go...