There is a place within, a place within all of us.
A swirling abyss where all is lost.

This place we all have seen, to some its beacon, calling.
It seems a place of quiet, where the hurt will end.

To go to this place means that hope is lost.
You don't find the peace that you think is there, just despair.

For that place is cold, black, so very bleak.
To those that have fallen into that abyss, all is lost.

They struggle to leave, fighting, climbing, searching.
They search for what many take for granted, life, joy, hope.

To those within, those things are lost.
Life without hope is not living.

Desperation sets in.
What is life without living, but death.