Halfway

It's too far to turn back now

We're in the mouth of the beast

But our shivering bodies are squirming to be freed

As swarms of insects smother us completely

So every breath we take

Tastes more like death

As tentacles and small wings tickle our throats

The deeper we sink in

The tighter your grip gets

The deeper we sink, the more I need you to realize

We're halfway through