Dark, dreary, cold…depressing.
I'm falling.
Falling into darkness.
Will I ever escape this prison of mine?
Or will I be stuck in my own private hell for eternity?
I reach out to grab a hold but there are none.
I am falling… falling… falling.
I cry for help but nobody hears.
I fall further… further… further…
Soon I will fall too far and be beyond rescue…
But what's that?
A light in my darkness.
A hand to hold.
An Angel of Hope.
