Falling

Breathe.
Whisper softly false promises, memories of days gone by.
Preserve the memories, so hard do you try.
Seethe in the light, nothing left to do.
Scream in the darkness, why can’t they see?
The light brings the truth and it burns,
A pain that is all too welcome.
And as the light falls away,
As the sun fades into oblivion,
There is nothing more left to do but mourn.
Mourn the absence.
Mourn the loss.
Mourn the life.
Mourn the hope that was stolen away,
So cruelly and without a care.
There is nothing more left to do but cry,
Cry for the emptiness.
Cry for the lack.
Cry for the days gone by.
Cry for all that has been forgotten.
Sleep.
Forever; sleep forever, they say,
The whispering of the voices increases,
Until it is an overwhelming force,
They’re screaming.
They’re screaming!
Do it.
Forget everything else, there is no worth in anything.
The days gone by,
The memories of the past, present, and future
They are worth nothing.
Nothing at all, scream the voices.
Believe us! Trust us!
The voices take over, they control every move.
There is nothing more left to do but give in.
Fall.