Fears are reflected in the deepest dark pools,
piercing our souls. Flaws and scars magnify and contort,
devouring all confidence.
Voices echo the doubts that are kept buried in oak caskets,
handles polished to perfection.
Bitter chills of loneliness shudder through hollow torsos,
whilst defiant death drums roll,
building to a crescendo.
Peaking and crashing over,
smashing you under the surface.
Bearing down with purposive strength,
until every last breath is expelled.