This

Eminem: This is it, this what you eat sleep piss and #@$%

This

This moment, this second

Fleeting before our eyes. 

We break out

We thrash, scream, and cry,

But we continue to fall. 

We grab hold

Only to watch it break;

To delicate to hold together. 

Panic

That's all we do

Panic, and continue to hope. 

But at the end

Inevitability comes through

Our hope is gone. 

We can't feel

We refuse to think, to believe, 

And that's when they grab hold. 

Pulling

We feel it, we trust it

Eternally grateful. 

They help

Give us clothes, give us food

And ask us to help. 

We do

We do whatever they ask

Because they saved our lives. 

But at the top

Where we once proudly stood

They push the next man off. 

Author's Note

It's supposed to like be deep and symbolical and all that stuff, it sorta worked i think, what do you think?