Could it be that I have fallen from grace?
That I have lost touch with the universe?
Losing my grip on this revolving place
I can not tell if I've been trapped, or cursed
Loneliness in the bitterest of forms
I'm suffocating in the angry air
As I'm spinning in this fast forming storm
I can't help but notice you're not there
Pleading to see your face in this grey sky
I'm not sure why I still seem to miss you
After your deceitful, misleading lies
I really should have been utterly through
But still I sit here thinking of your name
Sinking father into my pool of shame