Falling is hurling downwards
Lured by hands you can\'t hold
Stomach sharp in your throat
Like your body can\'t restrain it
Too hasty for a physical form
Sinking is lethargic and leaden
Your surroundings are moving not you
Painfully aware of your entire self
Muscles too numb, relaxed
And you can\'t work them anymore
I\'m falling today
But I\'d rather sink
Preferring dullness to bite
Or I could burn
Sweating enough to make up
For all the hark work I reject