Desolate days and endless nights pass  extraneously slow
Broken by intermittent episodes of almost breaking through
to Suddenly plummeting into the abyss of darkness
plucked up and tossed about by hell beasts
Dropped and swooped upon
in a sickening game of amusement
leaving suddenly, only to return
before the heartbeats settle
Living on the edge of destruction
Closed in
paranoid delusions make themselves at home
Like fleshy entities adding credibility to my vile suspicions
I trust them,
more than I trust myself.
I'm still here though in some reasonable fashion
Watching the carnage fall
I know it's not real, but the cards are falling
I see the flashes of what could be
As they turn over and over never seeming to land
This is the unknown.
The fear of losing control
Funny thing fear,
What it has the power to do
Even funnier is,
I know all this
And still I feel
there's nothing I can do.