Strolling slowly along the silky stone,
Breaking every battered bone.
Wondering when my time will come,
To let go and finally be done.

Silently cursing skeleton figures,
As they were once a joyful beginner.
Pain and hurt cause all things bad,
Slowly and terribly turning you mad.

Once the transformation is complete,
There’s no going back, you’re too weak.
Shivering helplessly is no call,
You've finally had your last fall.

Attempting to stand but stumble down,
Surely does make me frown.
Deep within this broken heart,
Lays a place that’s not so dark.