It goes from the worst to very bad,
Being desperate became being very sad.

Beyond the veil
Pale wisps, shadows
You move, you fall
Parts are lost
Bowels loosen
But nothing comes out
Why the Silence?

You're a doll
In pieces
Blocky arms
Creaky hinges
You have no control
Keep Quiet
Breathe

Once

The windows
are covered.
Get up!
Collapse

Scattered
jacks
rattle
bones

Lost

Stale bread
Licking dust
A million stars
Observe above
They're inside you
Owning your mind
Eating the soul
Eternity trapped
Within brick walls
Stained by crimes
Cold is a long time
Blackness ahead
And below
Empty all
Alone

I feel like my mind has more than one writer, I review my writing and see so many differences, it's strange. Perhaps I have another personality I dont know about. It takes over and writes heartfelt things, then I come to write nonsense LOL.