You vertically arrive into the abyss
Where your soul and physical frames splits,
Your growing old
Witnessing spirits kiss, and fornicate within the mist.
Dreamers jumping off ships,
While the disloyal and the cold hearted mix.
Negative fumes from consuming plastic food from the fridge makes you sick.
Your thought process slips,
before you think to switch follow the trail leading to the mountain of hope and make a wish.
Make a wish and you might escape the abyss.