I’ve plunged
To new and sinister depths
Into the arms of a refuge
I’ve never truly known

Time
Was but a trivial blur
As I sank with fervor
Speeding, for the certainty of dark

I’ve propelled myself
Far too young
Filled, with juvenile haste

For the care of onlookers
Helplessly enthralled
By their cruel and transient world

“Hurry  yourself ”
Was their murderous creed
From which I fearfully sank

Overdrawn and meek
A tale of caution
For the good of distant kin