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.