00:59 kind of poem.

Her mind is a dark pool,
where she is the jester and the fool,
falling for stories she makes
not knowing which are fake,
over exaggerating emotions felt,
as if angry, with the card life dealt,
hiding inside,
are the truths of her lies,
the goodness of her heart,
and the truth of
how she fell apart,
she tried to find a way to swim,
away from these haunted sins,
they say just keep breathing,
but she is only a jester trying to believe in.
Swallowed by the darkness
with a mind that is relentless,
the pool is her doing,
one that she continues doing,
falling deeper and deeper,
playing into her demons keeper,
as a jester and fool,
left to drown in her own damn pool.

- N.A.A