I'm falling...
The abyss lies beneath me;
I'm falling...
I feel the closing in;
I'm falling...
Like a deep ocean of quicksand;
I'm falling...
No end in sight;
I'm falling...
No sound, no feeling, no taste, no sight or sense of hearing;
I'm falling...
All is silent;
I'm falling...
Like the dead of winter;
I'm falling...
Into what I do not know...
Why do we fall?
They say we "fall" into love.
Why not just enter,
Or barge or run in?
Why must we fall into debt,
Fall into depression?
It seems all we ever do is fall;
Fall into a movement,
Like it's some kind of routine we cannot escape;
A routine that is unbreakable...
