Falling
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
That is all that I
am doing now.
I see above me a
light that burns my flesh when it touches me,
And the pain inside
begins to growl.
A dark, glassy lake
lay there beneath me,
Yet, it dare not
draw nigh.
As I fall further
into the abyss,
The voices speak to
me more and more.
Each one is so
crisp and clear,
That as each wave
nears my ear,
My throat is
closing,
And, thus, I doth
begin choking.
Choking not on
water,
Nor choking on the
air.
I am drowning in my
own hot, red blood,
And feel as if evil
is holding me in his loathsome stare.
I continue falling,
But not in any
direction.
My heart is being
grasped,
Not by mere mortal
hands,
But by this deep,
dark, lonely depression.
The blade of relief
is there in the hand,
It’s shining, yet
dull, edge glows red with obsession.
As the lashes
appear on my wrist,
The tears begin to
fall.
The pain is no
more,
But the memories
make be bawl.
I was told I was a
diamond,
And to shine bright
like a star.
This I cannot
believe,
For my whole being
has been crushed.
My heart has been
pressed, and prodded, and tried.
Not until this
moment,
Has my heart been
turned to dust.
My love for thee is
broken,
And, no more, in
you can I trust.
I finally hit the
bottom,
And the waters of
the lake surround me.
All is still and
silent,
And I drift into
sleep.
Then I finally hear
it,
It rang out ever so
sweetly.
A heavenly voice
did call to me,
As my soul sunk
downward,
Unto the bottom of
the black sea.
