The Decent of the Mad

I watched you fall into oblivion

The graceful plummet to madness

Swift

I stood by gaping

As again and again

You lost your direction

Looking at a map where all of the lines were blurred

Praying to the God of the fallen

To leave you the fuck alone

I turned away

A belief that I was that God

That one who abandoned the hope that was granted to the helpless

Did not need me

I noticed not

Smiles tainted by insanity

Laughs drowning in sorrow

You knew fear

I did nothing but left

I ask you now to free my soul

Cleanse my heart of guilt

Fish me out of the water I drown myself in

I promise

I will lead you back to safety

Take my hand