Fighting to stay on top

An empty encasing,
A shell that's all it is,
Nothing further,
Nothing deeper.



Shaken and stirred upon a dead sea,
Tossing and turning,
Fighting with the currents,
Fighting to stay on top of this.



One foot in and the other follows,
I start to sink slowly,
And as I struggle the deeper am pulled in,
This quicksand feeling.



Its like soldiers at war,
Taking cover behind trees,
Been blown into half by grenades,
Human emotions,
An empty encasing which is me.