Gradually falling through a spacial abyss,

Trapped in my head, somethings amiss.

Dark twisted thoughts seep through my skin,

Manipulating and transforming — The product of sin.

A single ray of light burns through the dark,

I can see clearly for once, thanks to a spark.

Crawling slowly up the slope, a much harder climb,

Falling was easy, but the light before me is simply sublime.

Finally out of the void, away from the madness,

Yet I know I’m one slip away from ultimate sadness.

I take it one day at a time.

One line. One rhyme.