Draining
The dark seeps like oil in cloth
Never finding its way out
Scrubbing and scrubbing
But never leaving
Im impure like that cloth
I lay in bed and fall
Falling farther and farther
The hole is nothing but soft feathers
I have no grasp no way out
No matter how comforting the feathers
The fog rolls in and I cant see in front of me
Cant think of whats next
The fog settles low and heavy
Never leaving
It starts to seep
Just like that damn oil
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