My mind drifts in this abyss
And as it goes and goes and goes
I cannot stop it from touching those
Tender, broken, shattered pieces of what seems to be so hard to identify and erase from the mind.

My mind keeps on expanding
And as it goes and goes and goes
It touches those forgotten, dusty little corners and invokes a new set of flames in my heart.

The fire reaches the bones that keep me sane and i begin to transition into ash.
The wind picks up all the particles and scatters me
here
and there.

Finally, I am away from myself.