help i seek about my limp, darkened figure
a being with a like mind
understanding, willing
but no aid can i find

a dwelling place,
this rock, stone of grey
currents rushing past -
tearing it away

if the wrong path i would tread
a multitude around me
yet only of mirrored presence
this be the way i dread

this nightmare i see before my eyes
a world of decay, perversion
collapsing all around
and all of this i starkly despise

when i fall to my knees
yearning for assistance, groan
you, a friend, helps me back up -
and i realize that i am not alone