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