Beating hearts never thumped so hard
Blood rushing through the veins
The shock of pleasure,
Coursing through the body
Sweet, fatal kisses on my lips
Death never felt so good
My mind drifting
My skin dripping with sweat and melanin
When mixed, golden as the sun
The bittersweet fragrance of a rotting corpse
The body cold as ice
"I am dead with your pleasure, my love
You have once again filled me with euphoria
And stole my soul from me"
Her whispers so soft yet so impacting
Her breaths light yet ragged
The light in her eyes dull
And her body slumps forward in a sweet slumber

My temper restricts me from doing a lot.
Isolation has been my best remedy lately.
But isolation leaves me tip-toeing on a thin rope,
A border that separates insanity and the only sense of humanity I have left.
Depression is the gust of wind that sends me toppling over into the dark void that is insanity.
My heart is confused.
Should I accept the fact that I've gone mad?
Or should I change it and crawl my way out of the dark place that is my mind?