As I fall from heights I could barely climb
I see reflections of me but in a different time
From darkness I pear and try to hold on
But the walls are shear and the images gone
I’m plunging still through unknown depths
In a chasm I know well and I can never forget
It’s the hole in my head that opens at will
To steal the breath from any pleasure I feel
Yet I’m oddly comforted in that desolate place
Greeted by depression in it’s knowing embrace
With a crooked smile as it leads me home
From the break I took from being alone