The Ethereal

I sit in the ethereal

A world where everything

And yet nothing is real.

A world where demons hunt

And where souls go to die.

A place where actions mean nothing

And words mean everything.

But how can you trust

Someone's word

When they show you

The complete opposite?

How do you breathe

When a rock sits on your chest

And prevents your lungs

From expanding.

How can you swim

When the weight of the world

Sits on your shoulders

And only makes you sink

Further into the depths.

Is there ever a way out?

Or do we just learn

To breathe underwater...