I'm

fall...

fall...

falling

into an abyss that is

yawn...

yawn...

yawning

This darkness always scared me
as I stumbled and I fell,
and the morbid silence echoed
when I tried to scream and yell.

I'm hanging over the edge
of this gruesome precipice,
and my feelings are disowned
when all reason I dismiss.

I know the nightmare well,
this familiar incubus,
a depression that oppresses
and it's one you can't discuss.

As I cling on for grim death
to my fragile grip on logic,
I know I can't relinquish it
to a fate, for me, that's tragic.

I'm

fall...

fall...

falling

and I hear the voices

call...

call...

calling.



HELP ME!!