overwhelming
it spreads
i've got signs of
lorn and lost
spreading all over
me
and i know that
its come again
the writings of despair
have etched themselves onto
me
my fingertips are once again
only fingertips away from my
happy eden
yet the distance is widening
and the gap is yawning at me
mocking me
killing
me
its taking bits and pieces
of my ... everything
every time i look at it
and i can't stop gazing
for its pulling me ever downwards
the spiral of inconsistency
and it'll seem like decades
before my light comes by