Lying on the bottom of the sea
Waves rolling slowly over me
Why do I still live?
I cannot breathe
Have no air
Panic is my companion
Try to swim upwards
But I am made of lead
All the force I use
Of no use
Am I damned to be here
In a place
Where no man can live?
Eternal drowning panic
Who said hell is made of fire?
what a depth! – what a panic!
(don’t panic!)
Panic is my companion…
Hell’s not made of fire, hell is not made of water either, hell is what you make out of your life without being able to change a single line of your story.
Mag’s
Henkki