Sadness Reflected

Christ it sucks loosing all the time,
A guy just can't catch a break.
But whatever, I've still got my rhyme,
That joy cant ever be fake.

And yet as I stand alone by this lake,
All I can think of is drowning,
And the cold dark image of a snake,
Its body twisted and face forever frowning.

And the darkness seeps into my soul,
With ever breath of amber waters glow.
My heart sinks deep into the flow,
Where no more emotions may grow.

And they won't cry for me,
As death is but another simile.
Like a poem, I'll soon be,
A shade, a ghost, a forgotten memory.