In descent
From my sanity
What shall i first cross
The barricade of the truth
Convenient ones or faux pas
If to know
One from the other is unknown
Or should it be woe
Endless, and persistent
Tearing at the fabric of the mortals
I oft cast aside
Should i break
Or should i break my fall
On the illogical life
That most seem to live
As them to groan and whimper
Whine of how life left them behind
Shall it be my fall
Or a landing
Shall the ground exist
Shall it be slime
I fear not of those
As the imminent fall
Is the one of longing
That envelopes the rest