I'm slipping, the edge grows near.
Warmth of insanity beckons.
I try to stay away,
but my eyes stare down the hole.

I'm draining, my arms are tired
My mind longs only for peace.
I want to stay away,
but I can hear it's sweet song.

I'm grasping, my fingers slip
The hole is deep, dark and cold
I'm spinning down in fear
Familiarly disorientated.

Maybe this hole is home
The darkness I've known all my life.
It's quiet and I'm alone
The world is so toxic and bright.


Take me far, far away.