Fall on Me

It's descending down,
falling like a curtain,
it's black,
not red,
and this is my stage.
In front of the world,
I act,
like it's not coming down.
It's not blocking my view,
it's not taking them away,
it doesn't mute out sound,
and lock me in a world of gray.

It's falling down,
closer everyday.
Suffocating,
agonizing,
tormenting.
feeling dead.

I'm the walking dead,
and my stage is dimming,
lights of many shining through,
and I can't even reach out.
Someone come for me,
someone save me.
It falls,
my gray clouds.
My black heavy curtain,
and it locks me away.
It's just never hit the bottom.

And I wait,
wait and wait,
for that day,
when it touches the floor,
and there's no curtain call for me.
Nothing but blank eternity.

Fall,
Fall,
Fall on me.