I keep leaving the same look on your face.   I keep falling as I climb from this place.      All of these thoughts cowering the away    from the lighted path to the outside..   Wrapping themselves in the same opacity of comfort..   Dying little by little, withering away from action.      It's still the first day we began..   I see more clearly as myself    all the reflections of others that shine through my own face.      The battle I can never win.   The nothingness I'm falling in.   Away from all their ears to tell.   Stop me before I lose myself.