It follows me and reminds me
That I'm not really here.
There's no escape from the
Thing that I most fear.
It beckons to me with its
Breath drawing near.
I struggle ahead as I
Pretend not to hear.
But then it engulfs me
And I disappear.
Goodbye to the life that
Was once held so dear.
I've entered a new hell
Since the last one ran clear.
Awareness is excruciating
Year after year.
But why do I feel
When existence is sheer?
It follows me and reminds me
That I'm not really here.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
It follows me and reminds me
That I'm not really here.
There's no escape from the
Thing that I most fear.
It beckons to me with its
Breath drawing near.
I struggle ahead as I
Pretend not to hear.
But then it engulfs me
And I disappear.
Goodbye to the life that
Was once held so dear.
I've entered a new hell
Since the last one ran clear.
Awareness is excruciating
Year after year.
But why do I feel
When existence is sheer?
It follows me and reminds me
That I'm not really here.