It is like a death trap.
quickening, quickening, quickening…
Nothing escapes it’s iron clutches.
thrashing, thrashing, thrashing…
It claims all life.
panting, panting, panting…
It’s silent enjoyment is deafening.
splashing, splashing, splashing…
It triumphantly bears down on all hope and light.
clawing, clawing, clawing…
Smiling, it engulfs life forcefully.
crying, crying, crying…
It revels in the quickening of the pain and violence.
failing, failing, failing…
When all is taken, it soundly regurgitates the lifeless.
dying, dying, dying…
All is still, and the darkness is resounding.