Free falling,
memories calling,
me
into a scary pathway,
of crawling.

Silent fingers
pressing down,
the evidence dies.
As I drown,
What have I found?

Dead being,
I can feel grieving
people,
as I am not,
and cannot see

Silent fingers
pressing down,
the evidence dies.
As I drown,
What have I found?

I cannot believe,
That I found
YOU.