Abyss

Its arrival won't be announced,

It will creep up on you nice and slow,

You might be sleeping, deep in another world,

But you’ll be awoken by this very real blow.

The realisation will crash upon you,

Your heart beat will suddenly slow down,

You will feel the tears welling up in your eyes

Your hair will feel like His thorn crown.

You will try and think about somebody you love,

And most importantly, someone who loves you,

And it’s when you’ll draw a nice clean blank,

That you’ll feel the sadness: raw and new.

A grim smile will stretch across your face,

As you begin to revel in the searing pain,

You are now set for a life of consistent pessimism,

Get ready to feel fire even in heavy rain.

You remember the time you could’ve been asked to care,

You remember it, and you cringe with sheer disappointment,

For now, whenever you have the option, you just let it go,

So you never have to suffer any embarrassment.

The water in the glass will never go beyond halfway,

The light at the end of the tunnel will always flicker,

The grass on both sides will seem misguided and unkempt,

And your slice of the negative pie will grow thicker.

Very soon, the lowest point of the abyss will be in sight,

You will find yourself weeping in the shower,

The cigarette will never leave your hands,

The wine will take you higher, and so much lower.

You will laugh at the expense of those you once defended,

You will see only hate in the eyes of those who try to care,

You will see the dark even the light of the sun is blinding,

You will see death even when you see a baby in its mother’s lair.

You will push people away, keep them at a distance.

Trying to convince them you’re not worth any effort,

Run away from love; immerse yourself in convenient hook ups,

You feel the stone in your frigid heart; you can no longer be hurt.

You want not to talk, but to stare into space,

You want not to be talked to, but not ignored,

You want not be to left alone, but not to be pitied,

You want to push them away, but you want to be explored.


Everything will close around you, your mind saturated,
You'll feel full of emptiness. there's nothing more you can learn,
The end of your life ought to be near by now,
You cannot explain that constant heartburn. 


That distortion of your face is more a smirk than a smile,
The lack of spirit is what actually kills,
You can't miss the thud when you reach the bottom of the abyss,
It will be found in the incident of the overdose of pills.