They weigh me down.
To the extent of suffocating me at the bottom of the ocean with no hope of rising for oxygen.
I will drown.
I feel death’s grip tightening around my soul.
She’s an addict and her cross-hairs are pointed on me.
I’m her prey.
I’m being hunted and she’s going to catch me.
I never realized how she had my scent.
But I’ve finally figured it out.
She smelled my negativity.
It was glowing like a beam of light for her.
I’ve been festering these emotions for what seems like a millennia.
It’s second nature really.
That seems to be my downfall.
Lousy way to go.
Here I am and I can see my darling approaching,
I can taste her lips on mine.