The moonlight danced with the ripples of the water. Ink splashed my bare skin. It sank into my eyes to create permanent water stains. The black spots stared, scattered by fog and cold air. My vision blurred and my head spun...Down I fell, deep into the dark, I swam with webbed fingers and toes. My skin slipped into nothing, existing only behind my closed eyelids. My spotted eyes lifted, a tsunami of black ink overcoming them. The moon remained, safe and untouched, in the porcelain sky above me. Suddenly, mystery overcame me, and ink shadowed my brain - became my blood. Taken from my prison of light and shamed with my paridise of dark.