the brink 
of an abyss 
looms into 
downward spirals 

shadows cannot be seen 
echoes are yet to be heard 
and the light is so far away 

the construct crumbles 
as darkness beckons 
to the depths of dismay 
a fallen flight bequeaths 
naught but the hollowness 
of a solacious solitude 

and all is silent 
all is black 
but the presence of 
this darkness is weighing 
heavy on my shoulders 
like the weight of the world 
(the wait in the well) 

no place to look but up 
but even up seems backward 
so lost and so contorted 
distorted comfort brought forth 
from steaming drops of 
what could be water 
but likely is the 
melting of my will 

glitter sparkles in surreal 
kaleidoscopic confusion 
from the droplets of demise 
as a single ray shines forth 
from all that is black 
distorting perception 
and wheeling the mind 
into a riot of illustrious 
collusion with the dank 
dew ridden stone of a well 
as sodden as the demeanour of 
one entreating minds will 
to collaborate with the elements 
and seek a means to escape 

desperation pulls me harder 
drags me further 
deeper 

everywhere is nowhere 
nothing is anything worth seeing 
and i fall into a tangled web 
of drastic illusion 
and puzzling emptiness 

the well is filling 
more with every sin-soaked drop 
and i am helpless to stop it 
only embrace it... 
maybe it will lead me to the top 

even a lifeless, 
floating body 
is better 
than a living, 
sinking soul