Downward

It's been very very long ago
since we have met for last time.
It all tastes like a sour lime.
I can't, I'm not able to act solo.
our ways separated
and me? I withered.

I must hide from thee!
Now you can't see me.
Run home. To my shelter.
Away from this helter skelter.

I am losing my head,
can't sleep alone in bed,
alarm is flicking red
and I'll soon be dead.