Falling down eternity,
Stumbling with each step.
Going through life,
Without any planned breaths.
If the road bends left,
My body trips off it.
I'll pass out in a bedroom,
And wake up in a closet.
Tripping into lethality,
Wishing with each breath.
That my rough and tumble life,
Would end without request.
My sight ends at a tunnel,
In brief moments of clarity.
A figure resides within it,
A intriguing silhouette.
I never see am expression,
Of who it may really be.
I lose my foothold always,
Before I'm able to speak.
Tripping into eternity,
My life a tumbling mess.
I can't maintain a life,
Falling to my death.