Gravity pulls towards the sinking epicenter of failure
Any last glimpse of sunshine’s happy face has vanished
Nothing lends a hand, all around is the suction towards the end
An end which may offer any last chance for a feeling of relief
It won’t though, at the end will only be more longing, more pain
Needles and knives stab upwards at the soft sensation of human flesh
A sad attempt to welcome into the endless abyss that is emptiness
To hold onto hope is only to escape from one last moment of falsehood
Nothing will help now, it is inevitable that gravity will win and sorrow prevail
The end is here, but will remain at bay until it is least expected
A cracked glass bottomed boat floating along the sea, waiting