Falling Through Hell
I’m falling through hell
Here we go again
I’m chilled to the bone
In a world of eighteen thousand degrees
I’m falling away
One last look at that darkening sky
Wish I could have said goodbye
Yet I still wonder why
What made the floor drop beneath me
Sending me further and further away
From where I was meant to stay
In the arms of those I loved
And amongst those who cared
About whether I lived or died
Did no one wonder why?
So here I am… alone
Falling through the depths of hell
Will I see them again?
It’s dark once more
The fire’s finally gone
But what’s left in its place is worse
Since it was all I had
And now I’m here alone
Just me, myself, and I
No longer with the sky
A few tears caress my face
But I brush them all away
What use do tears have for me
When I’m falling through hell?
A light opens from above
Offering warmth that comforts and consoles
I’m no longer falling through hell
Hell’s now falling through me
I leave it carrying with me a threat
That it’ll be back for me another day
To finally tear me apart
Until I’m too far gone to save
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