nagajna

(on the left)

Something ferocious,
hidden in my soul,
I don’t wanna admit or face.

Something that now devours me
instead of protecting me.

Deep, deep, deeper, a liquid black, too dark to see through. The tide reverberates with your breath and I’m scared of water.

Made of silver and stone. This thin air can not sustain me. I don’t know how to fly but I’m coming for all that is mine.