Fallen

I been walking through the shadows with a weight on my spine,

years slipping through my fingers like dust I could not hold in time.

Chasing numb through the needle just to quiet my mind,

telling myself the world would not notice if I crossed that line.

Every bridge I burned behind me felt like part of the plan,

like I was meant to disappear before I ever became a man.

I kept sinking in the silence, sinking deeper in the sand,

and the darkness felt familiar like it reached out with a hand.

That night the walls closed in like the room took breath,

cold wind through the cracks whispering this is the end.

I mixed a storm in a glass thinking this is my last step,

thinking maybe leaving early was the only thing I had left.

But when it hit my chest it was not peace I felt,

it was regret rising fast like a blow I never dealt.

My knees hit the floor and my pride just melted,

and I begged for one more chance with a voice I barely held.

I said I do not want to go, not like this, not tonight,

not with the weight of my mistakes still crushing my life.

I thought of the ones who needed me more than I realized,

and the truth hit hard like a storm I could not hide.

I stumbled out the door into the cold and the snow,

bare skin against the wind, nowhere left to go.

Lights in the distance felt like the last hope I could know,

so I pushed through the storm with a heart beating slow.

I walked into bright lights shaking out of control,

color drained from my eyes like I misplaced my soul.

Someone said tell me what you took so I can keep you whole,

but the world started fading like it swallowed me whole.

Voices blurred into echoes, faces turned into haze,

and the room stretched out like a long forgotten maze.

My heartbeat thundered loud like it was counting down my days,

and I felt myself slipping into a cold and distant place.

The floor fell away and the dark pulled tight,

like the world shut its eyes and turned off the light.

I tried to speak but my voice lost the fight,

and everything inside me said this might be the night.

But somewhere in the silence, somewhere deep in the fall,

I felt something watching, something bigger than it all.

Not a whisper, not a comfort, not a gentle call,

just a presence in the dark that made the shadows feel small.

My breath slowed down like it was leaving my chest,

and I wondered if this moment was the end of my steps.

But even as the darkness wrapped around like a net,

a spark inside whispered this is not over yet.

And right before the world closed in for good,

right before the silence took more than it should,

I felt the air shift like the dark understood

that something was coming, something powerful, something that stood.

And then everything went still.