A/N: An old poem I dug up from my middle school years.

Stumble and fall, stumble and fall.

I continue this seemingly unending journey.

I can't walk anymore, I'm preparing to crawl.

Clawing the heavy darkness, I'm forgetting how to see.

Rising up to shuffle forward, I managed a few feet.

I don't remember who I am, I'm struggling to think.

I stumble and fall, my body burns before death's heat.

I'm now blind; the light of my world begins to shrink.

Staring into the empty void, I know I can't feel cold.

I'm giving up now; I make ready my last, final call,

My very last cry before I stagger into heaven's threshold.

Stumble and fall, stumble and fall.