Lying here in a vat of treacle,
Unable to climb out but not wishing to stay,
Caught between two states of mind, the panic sets in,
Why am I feeling like this? Why can't I free myself?
But no longer do I have the strength to fight,
Slipping deeper into the depths, drowning in the viscosity,
Strong, independent, resilient no more,
I fall into the arms of the beast.
It's talons take hold of me- dragging me further down,
Yet still, I have found some comfort,
The outside world is cruel and wicked,
Whereas right here in its arms, I feel safe.