feeling... falling...
echoes of my lifetime crawling
lifelessly away from me
feel the throes of death coming on

submission... revision...
changes made to avoid derision
laughing with an evil tinge
not everyone laughs inside

the people that we trust are gone
their remnants scattered haplessly
across the cosmos far from view
its not for you to see

compassion comes from clammy hands
not everyone's a saint, you know
there are those who love you
for themselves

the helplessness you feel is real
your situation desperate
find a handhold, else be washed away
to drift alone