A tempest rages,
Within my mind,
Thoughts screaming, striking as thunder, as shards of ice fragmenting upon impact,
Leaving cold, leaving.
I am struck, shocked by the sudden realisation that I am not who I was.
A current of electricity coursing through my brain,
A current I swim against with no hope of winning out, my strength is waning,
I have no resolve.
My nerves are a deer caught in headlights,
I am nervous.
I am self-destroying, I am at war with myself.
I am a man without eyes, seeing things that aren't there, seeing things.
I am conflicted, confused, corroding in the early hours of morning,
The sun comes up but the days are dark.
Rotting wood, rotting mind,
Veins staining skin, like forks of lightning beneath the flesh.
I am withering,
Wasting, I am waste,
Don't waste ammo on the dead.
Lines etched in bodies,
Like seams in fabric,
Like the ******* on my kitchen bench.
Addictions crying to be satisfied,
To be sated,
Nose decorated in white,
All I know is night.
Mountains in eyes, too high to conquer,
An uphill battle,
Failure, another pill,
Another regret.
And another.