Forever Falling

I feel as if I’m falling,

Forever falling.

There is no up or down,

No darkness, nor light.

There’s just the endless abyss of fog and mist.

And every time I think I’ve finally found solid ground,

It gets torn out from under me.

And then once again I’m falling,

Forever falling.

I’m dying, fading fast

The voltures circling above, they’re closing in.

They can sense it, smell it on me,

The oncoming death.

And I’m still falling,

Forever falling.