Like a cloud eclipsing the sun,
I feel myself fade into the slums of this shell.
A few steps back from the caverns that were once my eyes,
A gut-wrenching, heart-twisting feeling emerges.
When did I become someone else?
When did my sense of self become so convoluted?
I feel the me beneath the waves scream.
A muffled cry.
Silence.
I force my way forward, but feel nothing.
The robotic phantom that assumes my nature yields nothing.
The air separating the two is so dense it’s suffocating.
Every moment I forget myself more and more…
I can feel the former me grasping his chest,
Screaming for freedom to simply be.
The emotions of others swell within him like a storm that cannot be quelled.
His torment and frustration ******* him.
He’s crying alone,
A step away from the panes of reality.
I try to instill a sense of calm with words of warmth,
But nothing can reach him.
The me who used to feel and want and dream…
Has slumped into a chasm from which he can never be retrieved.
When did I forget what it meant to simply exist?
I whisper into the void,
Hoping that something can be salvaged.
He lifts his head for but a moment.
The cruel reality of being consumed.