DemonikaDemise

I dive into my ocean of memory. What do I find? Sharks smell blood in the water. They prey on my mind. I swim with all my strength, looking for grottos under the waves. I can only see fantasies that make me feel more depraved. My past haunts me like a haunted shipwreck. I wander through the derelict boat and pace the moaning deck. The water darkens the deeper I go, the lights flicker and die around me, so I try to surface with all my might. With the black currents, I have to fight! I see that which I have forlorn and that which I must give up. The sharks found me this deep down, and they feast like they can never have enough. I open my e