I’ve slipped into an obscure reality
This mortality plagues me.
Self-manipulation
A Catastrophe -
What have I become?
Where’s my compass when I need one?
My vision’s blurred again
The voices in my head scream
Is there silence?
I’m still alone in the dark
No footsteps in the snow
No white knight to save me
No compassion for the inferior
This quicksand suction of life;
It pulls me down.
