Here and there you disappear,
an aparition in the dark.
Fading into the past: mistakes.
You're not what I imagined.
In three thousand feet deep, I search...
For what, I'm not aware.
Am I lost? Or have I been crushed by the weight of all I can see?
You're always biting at my heels. ALWAYS THERE.
I'm reaching out a hand for help...
HELP, I think, I'm looking for help.
I turn to God, am I worthy?
I'm only a burden to those who don't know.
THEY DON'T KNOW.
When no one knows, they really don't care; just look through me
as I wrestle you. I'm losing.
What have I got to lose?