Drowning

Sometimes I think what hell would be like,

Because I've already seen it late at night,

In the depths of my darkest dreams,

Which were actually nightmares and screams,

All I heard was the beckoning call,

The cry for help and I continued to fall,

Swimming in shallow water drowning,

Plenty of air but the cries still sounding,

To recall leaves me pale face and lost no trace,

Returning to that pool of horrors,

Through hell's waters halls and corridors,

The desperate cry for saving but invisible craving,

Endless terror with no path just mazes of wrath,

If I ever had to endure those narrow halls murder,

Unable to ever rescue my love just wandering below,

I would trade any other trial to never again see that mile