They told me that I should never go to the deep because it was dangerous. Dangerous because something lived down there in the dark murky water of the deep where those who were lucky to return, weren’t.
But she called me. I could hear her voice calling to me in my sleep. Beckoning me to come to her as I heard her eerie yet sensual voice.
So down I went. Deep into her chasm. And there I found her.
I found her emptiness that called me. Her nothing. Her everything.
I explored her chambers where upon of which I was drawn to and I sat. I sat on her furnishings as she claimed me.
I was hers just as she was mine and at that point I knew that I would never leave this room again as I sat as the Captain of my boat, writing my captain’s memoirs as I decayed to nothing.
She had claimed me on my path to madness.