It grips me
Pulls. Pulls.
I cry out no.
It doesn't matter
The darkness slithers over me
It whispers do it.
It's pulling me under
Midnight rushing over me
Filling me
Caressing me.
The demons laugh
Your mine it whispers.
My head goes under
It's dark here
The darkness won again.
I let the demons In again.
I smile
Everything's okay.
Because they check wrists not thighs