Rapidly falling,
Feels like eternity,
Shattering into fragments,
The sound of glass,
Echoing, and nothing but.
Sound of rain,
Rain of shards,
Twinkling as stars,
The center burns,
Bright, nothing else.
A thought can constrict,
Choke, or block,
Simple thing of reality,
What is conceived,
There's nothing there.
Welcome to your mind,
Take a look,
In the back,
Memories,
And what else?
The black door,
the broken promises,
The fears untold,
The guilt,
And nothing else?
What echoes inside,
Your voice,
Does it agree,
With itself,
And no one else?