You've Tripped Into A Deep Abyss
Strangling in white sheets
Wrists wrapped in metal
Body forced downwards
You're running out of breath
You've no control, you've lost
Crying so loud that sirens seem silent
This is your chosen home now
This bed he's tucked you in
No, buried you in
And "is there hope?" does not remotely exist-
It's a dead piece of a once hopeful and playful imagination
Your eyes circle the body that your sad soul now wears
And it kills you how terribly far you've gotten-
Without even having moved an inch
