I stand here looking down,
Where I once bore a smile now only a frown,
Life seems to have slipped farther away,
Feeling like I did on that cold long day,

I remember it all to well,
My heart fell into the grips of hell,
I have never seen so many tears,
Backed against the wall trapped by my fears,

I slipped away stone cold into my own room,
The soft crimson smell was my perfume,
I only remember the black as my eyes closed,
I awoke within a puddle my weakness exposed,

That all happened weeks ago as I think now,
I hated myself wishing I was strong trying to find out how,
How this happened to me out of all the people in the world,
But like a cyclone my life was picked up and it all swirled,

I now thinking deeper becoming my souls true keeper,
The chances I have taken let me know I do not fear the reaper,
So I sit back another life slowly dieing but not mine,
The life belongs to my pen as its ink goes away in each line.

Peace.