Spiraling Down

Spiraling downward into darkness,
That's what happens when the only thread of light,
In you otherwise gloomy existence you have gets cut.

Down, Down, Down,
Black is all you see,
You can't move.

But you have to move,
Even though you are afraid,
afraid you will fall and never be seen again.

You move, Slowly you move,
Thing you have to do, Not good,
Painful, Reality, You go on.

Things like watching the aged parts of live
fade before your eyes,
Unable to stop them, Unsupported by AnyONE.

The feelings, wish you could go back,
Change the past, or climb back in behind the wall,
Where it was safe, and cold, and nothing and no one got through.

Tears fall like rain,
Too much dissapointment from all around me,
All adding to the isolation

The Storm seems to never stop
But then it will someday,
When I am no longer here/