We are falling.

Falling

into a deep,

reched hole of sorrow we can't escape from.

But we are hand-in-hand.

Two scared,

Panicked,

Half-blooded childeren

that are to terrified to let go.

Though we weigh each other down,

          Desend

     Rapidly

Down-

Forcefully materializing us into an unwarrented reality,

Rushing us to our inevitable ending,

Even though it would spare our lives--

Hell,

Save our entire being,

We're afraid of meeting the bottom alone.

Meeting the unknown.

If we're together,

At least we'll die within the realms of sickly sweet iorny

and uncomfortable,

but not quite,

Short-term happiness.

          After all, Misery loves company.