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.

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