You are running from it,
Hands cling at your shirt,
You stumble, you fall
Down the never ending pit
There is a light,
You call out, to the last hope
But it pushes you away with spite
You cling onto the hope, as if to an old ragged rope
You can feel yourself fading,
The world caving in
But darkness is invading
Your mind. You know you can't win
Something crawls over your mouth now
The light has gone now
You know what this is all about now
You know you have lost now
by George Hargreaves