I am falling, reckless. Nothing in sight but a black hole, pulling me in.
My frozen tears, icicles, breaking away from my skin, forming into an ocean of sorrows and regrets.
My fall turns into a splash, beginning the drowning stage.
Drowning, into my worries. Cold air, watery eyes, blurry vision, relief.
Nobody around to save me, save me from myself. I no longer haunt myself,
for I free me from my messy accidents. I am an accident,
every step closer to the bottom, is every piece of me, gone.
Eventually, I am nothing but a good spirit. I am nothing.
After the evil has left my body, there is no good spirit, it faded long, long ago.
I am a lie from the beginning, sinking to the bottom. I am the titanic.
Innocent people depend on me, to make their life worth while.
I am safe, no worries of breaking down. Something hits me one night, faded, a sinking ship, falling into a boulevard of broken dreams. Thousands of disappointed families,
a stoned shadow of old, priceless, painful memories.
These memories were never going to last, now a blur in my empty sight.
A sense that I have disappeared, maybe now is finally my time.
I float away into the bottomless pit of broken spirits.
There I go. This is my farewell to all, for now. This moment I realize, the one thing I need in my life, I'm without.