Falling Slowly

There is no rope,

there is no light.

No more hope,

no more will to fight.

I am falling slowly,

there is no turning back.

My thoughts are unruly,

since my mind has gone black.

The darkness crawls over my skin,

like a disease out of hell.

I did not choose to dive in,

this endless well.

Losing all sense of time,

I move slow like water through oil.

The dark plays games with your mind;

An endless foil.

I give myself to you,

I accept my fate.

If Heaven is true,

I will see you at the gate.