Don't look down," they said But I could not help myself From following the sirens' song Into the trenches For too long, I stared; I noticed how this nothing exists Between myself and everything Or maybe I have it backwards I just hope I have it backwards It's not just Eros' spear digging in my ribs That reminds me to stay alive And it's not just hate for others Nor paranoia forcing myself forwards That's as if to say the light is to blame For every shadow it leaves in its wake I know who's to blame for this alienating madness I will find them and tear them down from their thrones I warn them: