Consciously walking a route you know will lead you lost.
Living as if you knew what this act shall cost.
Slowly drifting into a world of shade and shadow,
each moment of your precious existence, a self-contained pointless battle.
When your hands seem to finally gain a firm grip,
they start to tremble and you begin to slip.
Falling into the deep, dark unknown,
each passing moment dragging you further from home.
Feeling nothing, and seeing very little,
it is only now that you realize you have always lived so brittle.
Fear lingers, consuming your thoughts,
a mysterious force, lifting your soul as your body drops.
Only sadness and regret felt as you watch yourself meet the jagged rocks.
Your vision is clear now, and you are free to go,
as your loved ones tears create a river like flow.
You feel the drops as if they came from stormy skies,
but you are too far gone now to hear their thunderous pain-filled cries.
Now feeling the silence you have for so long craved,
you quickly realize there shall soon be nothing left of you to save.
As you feel your soul begin to fade,
you frantically beg forgiveness for the dire mistake you have made,
but there is no hope, for you have just lost the game in which you have just so foolishly played.