When did I…

When did I begin thinking I am immortal?

Only to find I can't spell, what I am is closer to immoral.

The gateways to my soul might as well be bottomless holes.

You can throw a light down there, and watch it disappear.

The thing you thought so bright, devoured.

You wait to hear it fall, you'll wait for hours.

Then you'll give up, because there is no way it could take that long.

Well I guess I'm telling you, you are wrong.

When did this all begin?

Oh right, when I was transitioning from a child.

Back then I knew I was invincible, now I know death all too well.

I can assure you the only place I'm going is hell.