Slipping and crumbling,
the ground collapses
tripping and stumbling
my mind relapses.
I try to hold on
but the edge is beyond reach
I try to move on
but the pain that I beseech
it rips and tears at me
until I am nothing more
than a scar in your mind
just a psychological sore

I fought it and lost
but I fought none the less
I took it down with me
the end was a bloody mess

I felt myself slip
I fell into this trench
surrounded by dead memories
I can’t shake the stench

I hate how I feel
but I loathe how I hate
because I am all too aware
of that lie we call fate
ignorance is bliss
and the ignorant smile
but there I am damned
by my cynical guile

but at the end of it all
there is a reason to grin
because I will have felt your touch
graze upon my skin.
When all is done,
and the end is near
I’ll stand by you and say,
"I'll always be here."