sometimes <br />empty hands <br />claw at my throat <br />forcing me to breath <br />in this stale deprivation <br />that some will <br />call The Line <br />the one that we walk <br />towards an abyss <br />the Abyss is <br />inevitable <br />so vital <br />to the downfall <br />of man <br />or woman <br />in case may weave <br />we are all in it <br />this is the road we traveled <br />the road that is nothing more than <br />spoken words <br />tearing down our minds <br />through the eyes of others <br />this may be the only thing we know <br />that we are FINISHED...<br /><br />Fallen Too Far<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-men-and-women/
