• You fall,you fail,you trip.
    You tear,you die,you rip.
    You panic,you scream,you exaggerate.
    You make holes in your heart,deeper,excavate.
    You frown,you cry,you fake a smile.
    Your breathe is un-steady,like the tick-tick of a broken clock dial.
    You can't help to think things.
    That you fear,dread,or bad memories that just cling.
    You can't say sorry,or how you feel.
    Your getting pulled into the dark,dragged,reeled.
    So many things to do.
    So less time,less pace,less time to think of your actions,too.
    One more day flies by,one more day older.
    For your life gets closer to it's end,depressing,colder.
    You mourn for comfort.
    For a hug,a pat of the back,something you can't extort.
    Safe in a little corner,
    For what it seemed,but what you knew deep inside,were the memories were still there. Boiled up in your mind,steam.