Hands grasping
in dark empty space
Slipping on the edges
of nothing

Another body falls into your grasp
To where, I don't know
The more love you take
from me
the less
 I understand

The more love you take
from me
the less
I know where I stand
What happens to me
at the end of
my existence?

Falling blindly into dark despondent nothing
Clawing to grasp anything real

Tethered six feet under the ground