Alone in the dark, at night. Copious memories tormenting my unconscious. Pointless meaningless words scattered around the floor. Numerous unsuccessful attempts to explain. You continue to touch the darkest corners of my mind. Yet now, my own light slowly fades from my view. My breath is blue; cold and forgettable without you. Alone in this dark room, I close my eyes. Compose my mind and all of its follies I am unable to switch off. Without any other options, I let go and surrender.

Everyone is so obsessed with
      trying to find Sanity
While I'm just keeping to myself,
      praying not to ever be.

The Sanity that you all want and yearn for and desire
Is nothing more than living in a world engulfed in **Fire

I couldn't validate or navigate a way around you. The breathing wheel, moving along my heart. Breathing life into what was gone. Coming up, like a smoke signal in my wake. The last streetlight leading the way to home. Overcome with madness. Dark. Episodic. True.

A charade in the making was what those eyes were.

Delphian eyes, reflecting a halcyon hue.

Powerful eyes, carrying the monsoon winds around the intricately woven iris.

Fathomless eyes, deeper than the Mariana Trench.

Profound eyes, drenched and served in pure enigma.

Eyes that, like a sponge, soaked the life out of me.