This thing that's on my chest, clawing, just out of reach of my heart
As violent as it is peaceful, as terrifying as it is reassuring
This thing I want but do not want, that reached for me time and again
I reached back, only to pull away at the last possible moment
Letting it fall, alone, into darkness
Yet each time it climbs out, relentlessly seeking me
Seemingly amnesiac, forgetting the 1000 times I let it fall
Reaching again, probing, feeling me out till I start to reach back
But will I hold on.. Or let it fall again?