Hold me close,
Watch what I see,
A mere peek into my psyche.
These days feel the same right now,
Pick up the bottle, put it down.
Constant visions of tomorrow’s tomorrow.
A warm glass with one touch,
Yet I’ve been sipping scotch on the rocks all night.
A truth told way too many times.
When will this emptiness fade away,
When will the sun rise again?
Hold me close,
Watch what I see.
A mere peek into my pyche.
My highest highs seem low from this vantage point.
Birds eye view,
As I look down at the crowd below.
Preparing my last words,
My last hope.
A spectacle,
Distant strangers will partake.
Hold me close,
Watch what I see.
Hold me… Please hold me…
Tell me what I need to hear.
Before I take my last step into the sunken place.
As the birds fly,
My soul begins to fade…
Say his name, say her name…
A simple “I love you” just might save a life today.
Neseknows' Brain 
Please avoid the sunken place!
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