You took my

Hand, but


You brought me

Here, but now

Your gone.

I must do this

On my own you

Said, when asked if

This was a test.

In the

Darkness of

This place,

Wherever it might

Be, the passing of

Time stops, it

Does not cleanse

Or caress you, it

Doesn't let go

Of its


It no longer

Provides a

Comfort, but

Shatters. The

Life once mine

Is nowhere

To be found.

Lights would guide me,

But there are

None, I walk this

Tight rope of death,

Always almost falling to the ground,

But as you can see,

It just keeps

Swinging under

My feet,

And I'm not

Dead yet.