Puppet, crawl, fear

[Salems lot]

Tenaciously, this being candidly tugs and twists my strings. With each turn I slip further and further into this abyss. Sometimes i crawl my way back up, scarred and breathless.

 

Im still alive, or at least my heart is beating. But is this really life?

 

I fear that one day I won't make it back to the top, that I'll be forever changed in a way that is forever irreversible. I fear all of those things, but I also fear it's already happened. I just don't know it yet.