It's getting pretty dark in here.

I have no words for this void, no
Name for this emptiness,
Other than
That.

I have narrowing vision and a
Spinning head. Tears in my
Eyes, and am feeling sick.

I have not a grain of familiarity within my
Reach; I could be anyone
Anywhere.

How the Hell can a heart
Take as many beatings as
This old thing, and still

Keep beating back?
It's been broken,
Bruised and cut.

A worthy opponent
To the World.