A nagging, a pulling that won’t relent,
Condemning my mind and body alike.
Throwing each into a deadly descent,
It casts us both into that faceless night.

Long I could hold, but now for no longer,
The thoughts barrelling their way through instead -
I can feel my mind being torn asunder.
Asunder it is torn, forever dead.

Friends I see, but they see a memory,
A manufactured person I used to be.
For each fake smile, the cold reality
Beckons - a future I will never see.

Now the pull grips me, it’s hard to resist,
It invites me to the waiting abyss.