Dying Love

• I feel like I'm tangle'd in a net a few feet from the surface. The more I struggle to breathe, the more I fight to surface, the more tangle'd I become. I can see the light, I know its only a few feet away but my strength & my desire to fight is slowly fading away. I am So tired, so cold. Am I going to ever breathe again? am I ever going to feel the warmth of sunshine on my face again? or do I just close my eyes and let the waters take me? one last gulp will fill my lungs and the peace will overflow into my body. what will I do?, My hand thrust'd upwards, I can feel the air. the breeze blowing between my fingers. my heart starts to beat again. i feel as if i can live, i become happy again, a glimpse of hope. what? what is that? OMG! its the devil herself, she has a death grip on my foot, she's pulling me downwards. all I can hear is her voice srceaming, she wants my air, she wants my life. She is evil & conniving, she lets me think that I might make it, that i might live, that I have a chance. she lets me see my hearts true desire before she pulls me down for the last time. she is reading this now, she sits & giggles, proud of herself for her accomplishments. The jokes on her though, I have nothing left to lose, my life is gone, I'm at peace. but she's still in hell