It Falls from the Skies.

To be feeling like you're at your lowest low, with everything crushing down, breaking into pieces. Like your every effort, every second spent wide awake isn't worth it. It's like, everything you once were, once perceived as, disappears with each heavy breath you breathe.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

But still there you are. Still awake with your eyes wide open. As sober as you can ever be. Rise up once again one day, like the phoenix living inside you. The defeated soul shall rise again, burning in eternal flames ever so brighter. But right now, nothing's there, as its precious grey ashes left forgotten.