Here and there you disappear,

an aparition in the dark.

Fading into the past: mistakes.

You're not what I imagined. 

In three thousand feet deep, I search...

For what, I'm not aware.

Am I lost? Or have I been crushed by the weight of all I can see?

You're always biting at my heels. ALWAYS THERE.

I'm reaching out a hand for help...

HELP, I think, I'm looking for help.

I turn to God, am I worthy?

I'm only a burden to those who don't know.

THEY DON'T KNOW. 

When no one knows, they really don't care; just look through me

as I wrestle you. I'm losing.

What have I got to lose?