Sucked Into Something

You can fight. You can fade out. But try to trust the tide. Sucked into
something
It’s a need. You’re a native on islands never seen
Magnifying tiny cracks on the surface floor but not for sure
Desperate to respirate. Breathe a life into the coffin
You’re a fool. You’re a slave there. A magnet in your face. Caught in a wrinkle
Undercut your intentions. Intending to pretend
Freshen up your zombie stare. Mold it in the shape of Jupiter
More than this you’ve lost your wish never to return to the enemy. Run from me