Fallen - part 1

How I have fallen

I have fallen low

I have fallen deeper then you know

I have fallen into the depths of a horrible abyss.

I can't escape

I am trapped in the confines of a sinister grip

A grip that binds me

A grip that controls me

A grip that I can barley resist when it begins to pull me closer.

Only for moments at a time do I see the surface

Only long enough to catch my breath

Only long enough to regain my strength

Only long enough to resist until the next escape

Yet I fear that with each new attack

With each overwhelming pull

I am further from returning

I am hardened

I am transformed into something not myself

I am remade into something of the abyss

I feel the self I once was disintegrating

The new heart that filled me is now calloused

What hope do I have in this overwhelming storm

Where can I turn

Hope is slowly leaking from my pores

It turns black and feeds the flames of that which pulls

The grip grows stronger...

It cannot be resisted.

I think perhaps I was wrong

The abyss is not the world gone wrong

The abyss is how it was meant to be

I was resisting, but it was calling me

Now that I have unclenched my fist

Now that my pores no linger drip

I think that my eyes are clean

And I'm seeing what I am meant to see

The abyss was not what I needed to fear

The abyss was the reason for being here

Yet even as I feel the grip disappear

Even in the realization

I can't help but feel

Or sense

Or taste

Or see

Or hear -

Something...

There is something missing.

There is something, like a pinprick

Something not quite right.

But I shake the feeling

I ignore the taste

I close my eyes

The subtle whisper fades

And the wrinkle disappears.