Inside, I feel like bawling

Inside, I feel like bawling everything that I am mauling off the cliff that I am crawling I am falling into darkness this oblivion will take me and I'll soon watch each mistake be  analyzed, and it will shake me  when I gaze into the starkness and this thing that I call Love whispering down from up above clings more than a latex glove and sometimes happiness seems bleak I am melting in the night with some LEDs for light nothing I do ever feels right as I gaze out from the peak Oh! please take me far away from each dark and dreadful day just this once, to have my say Alas! but year turns into week Mark Burton December 1st, 2005, 7:46 P.M.