I can't see where I'm going,

As I tumble towards the door,

I fumble for the knob,

Before I loudly hit the floor,

I bring myself back up again,

But the door has moved away,

Farther even more it stands,

I numbly waste another day,

Wondering how to find it,

Knowing that I never will,

I feel so cold and lonely,

As I narrowly avoid the kill,

I know that it is vain,

I'll die soon anyway,

And as I stumble blindly in a graceless, tired arc,

I feel as if I'm falling,

As if I'm dancing in the dark.