Falling Fast

I haven't a clue

Bass washes over me like the water from the shower head
Filling my brain with calm, rumbles, making shoulders jump
Hair flop, side to side, lids close, breathe deep, cold mint.
Falling past broken promises, to self, to reflection, sinking back
in old hole in ground, buried emotions, percolate through newly laid soil.
Alone against world again, friend my shadow only companion.
Words, sense lacking jump from synapses, to spine, cord from which
letters find tips of fingers.  Why? reason have not I, focus blurrrrrrrrrrrrrred, memory lapse
motivation dwindled, to scraps, wood, sticks, dried and dead.  Burn.  All leaving, quiet in the
house, no calls, no messages, lest I rap at their doors, nudge.  Forgetful people harbor  forgetful friends.
Dark in room, light from monitor shines, no match for shadows, and cold winds from open window.

Thoughts, images of failed links, weak chains, not trying enough, 'nuff' no lies they, their fault.
Leave me think they can, they do, do they, Me myself I sit gainst cold barren wall, grey, cracked
lonesome.  Heat brings loss, many nights, before finding self again.  She's left a hole in once crimson 
heart, now ventricles crushed, black, vengeance.  Other finds mate, one more loss, other calls not, forgetter.
Care they do not, black, aaaaaaarrrrrghhhhh, i don't know...Pessimistic outlooks, reason, love no more, anger filled chasms, ebb and flow boiling blood.  Talk to self behind bath curtain, screams and thrashes when scene clear of audiences.  Head down, eating insides, like disease, wont stop, ache, tired, tommrow again no one.

Damn
I'm
Falling Fast 

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[S. M. Faust]

If I were to fall,
So far and fast
That it would be nearly impossible
To climb back up
You would laugh when I say,
"Now watch me climb back up"

...and then stand in awe when I do.



I like this a lot. The feeling it gives is relevant and like to how I feel currently, life is a cold and hard game.

The wording is a bit choppy, and flows somewhat like sandpaper. I get the sense that the words jumble about and ricochet in your head before they fall out to text, and do so in a different order or with more added on then originally planned. I can also relate to this, and can see where you come from. Well done, my friend.