First, it was a river,
Light and soothing it was,
A wetness, as clear as the crystals.
Then an ocean,
Heavier it weighed,
As a scoop of dirt, floating over the foam.
What he poured,
Now tastes revenge, all along my throat
where it pricked my cells
As it travelled, down and deep.

As lost as I was,
The world looked dark.
A cold so...