G u t t e d    w o r d s
Hang in the air,
Filling my lungs,
With the weight of despair.

Dragging me to the edge;
Of my mentality.
Tainted by bile,
Existing, gripping the ledge.

Staring
D
O
  W
   N
Into the deep, immense void.
Leaning over,
D
R
  O
   P
    P
    I
      N
       G
my crown.