Lost with my back to the wall.
I don't think I can catch myself if I fall.
I put out my hand wishing to feel something.
Theres nothing at all.
Trying to catch a grip.
Nothing left to do but slip.
Falling fast I hit the bottom of this pit.
Black crusty and dark as hell.
I know I didn't stumble into a wishing well.
Hear a pounding in my head.
Having thoughts thinking I might be dead.
I can hear my voice echo through and through.
Then i realize I know this hollow place.
It's the dark center of my heart.
It's were i find memory's of you.
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