so deep I cannot remove you
so far from my reach it isn't fair
how many years will you haunt my dreams
how long will you taunt me for my decision
you hover in the dark, in my thoughts, in my sleep
you removed my heart and soul with precision
and I've nothing left
nothing
but the pain
and memories
and they linger
where I cannot find them
just out of reach
I try
I try
and have nothing
nothing left but my flesh
and giant blood soaked leech
“Let them think what they liked, but I didn't mean to drown myself. I meant to swim till I sank -- but that's not the same thing.”
― Joseph Conrad, The Secret Sharer and other stories
