Hanging from a string, maybe a tendon hanging out of me,
Cut through it, let it bleed, let all this pain flush away out of me,
A hole appears through the floor, spreads wide and takes every pound of me,
There’s no end to this fall unless, I find the ground that’s inside of me,
Fast I fall with no boundaries, no walls, nothing, but nothing at all.. in this space,
Is this a repressed memory, an alternate reality? I feel at home, I feel conscious.. in this space,
I found bottom, THUD!
when I look up there is no exit, it’s cold, dark...ravigly dark, I..I feel..erased.
Weak..disoriated...please tell me this is the bottom..but wait; where is the top?
I must be hallucinating..I see a canyon sunrise,
Don’t lie to me..I don’t need a false suprise,
Could it be, the canyons growing in my own eyes,
I need this..the dagger blade is shrinking from inside my minds vice,
I pick myself off the wet, jagged ground, grit my teeth, dripping blood and sweat,
I need this..beyond the distained plain this is my prize,
Unload my regrets, feeling lighter now, Unload my self hate, feeling stronger now,
I see an exit through the sky, it’s bright, it’s really here I can fight it now.
I see...Your eyes...
As the incline proceeds and the floor’s displaced rock’s sight depletes, I see you,
The hole will never close, we learn as we go, for I will not open another one thanks to you,
Unconscious caution tape has arrived, despair and lunacy have been wrapped, all you,
I’m alive, I’m not in a hole, You.