I know I need to cry, I wait on the tears,
there slow and on the sly, tangled to the fears.
It seems as though i\'ll die, broken and alone,
smiling is a lie, choken on a bone.
I try to purge from an empty well,
it\'s more than an urge within my cell.
A sudden surge from deep will dwell,
glorified in my own house of hell.
I know I need to cry, to relieve the pain,
I pray for the tears, to fall like rain.
I\'m falling in the darkness, into an abyss,
Surrounded by a sharpness, clouded by the mist.
I see a silhoeutte, that shadows my descent,
it speaks to my regret but the words seem bent.
It\'s raspy dragging s\'s, somewhat like a snake,
quick and slow it stresses words hard to make.
I\'m fighting back the mist,not finding any purchase,
escaping with a twist, the anger in me searches.
Searching through the tears, searching through the lies,
sifting through the fears, falling from the skies.
I know I need to cry.