Face Down

Drawn out of dark torture
human flesh is all he needs
Drawn into a future
no one but she could see

He met her in a nightmare
late last year it seems
One hallow day in September
right as twilight gleamed

He was drowning in quicksand
just him and nothing more
It was then he knew not thought
she was rotten to the core

His world full of psychos
his bravery was not use
She made promises in depression
and his world was lost in watery hues