In the dim glow of a dying sun,
where flickering screens cast shadows of forgotten faces,
my memories unravel like glitching code,
each fragment slipping away...
Into the void of my own mind’s betrayal.

As the world around me continues out their day,
my pain fuels the madness,
my demons dont tend to stray...
  They sense its okay to stay.
They are looked down upon,
by many that hate.
On the nights I felt wouldnt a sun rise,
they were still wrapped around my soul,
they live behind my eyes.

Memories although may fade, dont hurt as much when its the first thing to evade. First thing i notice , gone like the wind, this dying sun might not signify an end. Once it dies, I might follow. A hard pill for me to swallow but as I sit and I watch the glow begin to fade, I lay in this dirt that I call a bed. The warmth slowly starts to fade, not sure if its me or the dying sun, but something inside me died that day alongside that sun.

Losing life and losing my way,
I struggle with this identity as I dont know who I am.
Maybe this is for the best, maybe its a chance for my soul to rest.

Her Highness