I feel the darkness as it seeps into me,
through the little cracks, which I have missed.
The happiness seems to be drifting farther from me.
Frankly, I am tired of trying to grasp it.
I feel myself start to descend into the depths,
as the ground darkens any light from the day.
Seeping into the wet mud,
knowing death will greet me.
I have let the cold empty nothingness consume,
my barely breathing heart.
Now my heart sits here in the palm of my hand,
complete and utter ash.
I inhale and blow nothing upon the land...