While comfort lies in a shallow trend,
I dive head first into the deep end.
The fear I feel becomes my guide,
As I probe the depths inside.

Murky waters may feed my dread;
I dive deeper down instead.
Driven by a need from my core;
A deep-seated urge to explore.

Not knowing what horrors I may find
Each stroke, a battle against my mind.
What ghostly shapes in silence creep,
Through hidden depths where secrets sleep.

What specters rise from depths unknown,
Haunting paths I tread alone.
Each corner hides a phantom’s grin,
A rising dread beneath my skin.

In every turn, a truth concealed,
A glimpse of wounds that time revealed.
What whispers haunt, what truths may sting,
Each corner turns to something seen.

Through shadows deep and currents cold,
Drawn by whispers, both brave and bold.
The deeper I go, the clearer I see,
That what I fear might set me free.