Lunar Sea

At first you're curious. It entices you, and you are quickly drawn into this quicksand.

You know, that feeling of security is just temporary. Be warned. For feeling that you have warranted your own death.

A swift, precise stab of that knife is implanted in your heart. It's a clean cut. So swift and precise, in fact, you don't feel a thing. You just live with it.

A few weeks, months, or years later, you continue throwing cautions to the wind. You live the best time of your life. You give your soul away. You begin to make modest little plans, dream modest little dreams.

Except that someone twists the knife and pulls it out nonchalantly.

And then, you lose your breath.

And you start to fall.