Mind's Cry for Help

One by one the strings they snap.

And with every inch do I come closer.

Closer to falling into that trench.

The ends of those jagged rocks smile

up at me waiting to taste

the bittersweet scarlet that is my blood.

Their fangs seem and I'm left with one string.

It's dark.

The sounds of the water nearby is the only

sound that can be heard.

It's cold.

A gust of wind chills me.

Like ghosts it whispers my name.

It seems like I'm in a cave.

I'm slipping...