My eyes were blinded
Seeing what I could not believe in
Serpent wonder
Dragged me and pulled me under

Fictional expectations of one day
Being under itika

Slowly dying
Depriving me of arriving
In the deepened darkness
Resting till the dark veils
Unveil my eyes

Drowning
Floating
Falling
Flying

Fall in love with thoughts of dying
With my itika

Join me now
Feel my decay
Itika, take me away

In the mud
I rot so gracefully
Trying to be the corpse that you deserve

My itika