Darkness surrounds, a thick heavy fog,
Hanging above my head on a thread,
Threatening to fall, and sever my neck.
Crumbling walls, once build to protect,
Now crash and fall on the ones held within.
A floor covered in shattered pieces of glass,
Pricking me as I attempt to sit down and cry.
All the ghosts from a haunted past,
Have emerged once again in a moment's glance,
Standing behind, at a shoulder's span.
And in the middle of this doom I stand,
Falling to my knees, helplessly,
As I give in to the mind-numbing pain,
And plummet into the vortex of gloom.