Spiralling

Cold fingers curl as the tears start to flow
Music so loud it drowns out my inner screams
It's all my fault, always is, always will be
And everything is always worse than it seems

Crushed, hated, darkness surrounds
The only light form the screen across the way
Baring the fruits of my failure forever

Soulless so I seem to have becomes overnight
My wispy will out my head, evaporating
the mist left over just a reminder of all the pain

Memories blocked out by the moon
Covered in silt gray dust as they fade to black
The movements once fast and sporadic
Now slow and unwilling to pack

A fleshy gun pointed to my chin
The gesture so inviting but impossible
Life has lost it's meaning once again

Love is such a game and I hold no cards
I'm out of luck and I deserve a quick one
But an agonizing wait beneath this moon

A lovely dance with the Reaper to invoke
A feeling of the edge is nearer than most approve
Swirling in death's arms I am dizzy
And all it takes is one last false move