I find myself, reeling, once more,
Slipping slowly, surely, into silent suffocation,
The soft edges of my skin, and I  succumb
like the sun, plunging perilously into the sea
At the end of another day, fraught with regal uncertainties.

I find myself, breathing, once more,
heaving heavily at the hollowness
Of my hapless, hungry heart..
Searching for traces of the treachery
that has drowned me in this distasteful sorrow,

I find myself, bleeding, once more,
bleeding unabashedly at the guilt,
that I bear in my melancholic soul,
tenuous tears of tessellation,
sink slowly, like the sun, into the soft edges of my skin

I find myself, numb, once more,
A numbness taking over, nefariously negating
the lasting love for light,
that I once bore deep within my self.
And I cannot find myself anymore...