Living on borrowed time, 
buying happiness on credit. 
Can’t pay the debt 
when despair comes to call.
When despair comes to call, 
I don’t open the door. 

Every time I let it in, 
leaves me on the floor,
crawling around 
in a haunting abyss 
sinking lower than low. 

I miss the sun 
where once I did run. 
Can’t stop the flow of low
today, a wave takes me under. 

Swim for the shore, 
swim for the shore, 
don’t look back, 
repent 
forever more.

©JMCole