Dear God

I lay in this life that I have designed
Thinking about the how I got here
As I turn around to wave goodbye

Sitting here on my thrown
While I tip toe to look below
Stuttering at how high I am

Bridging to gap the dark halls
Never losing sight of these four walls
Perhaps I'll make it after all

Now sinking beneath the surface
Barely ready to breathe
Drenched in the constant serene

Is She there?
Are you listening?
Can She hear me screaming?
Do you understand?