Why am I so docile to the darkness?
It hinders my ability to breathe,
It snaps the fibers and sinews
In my muscles that allow me to flee,
Ignites a flame that runs down my spine
And burns within me.
Why do I let it seize my senses,
And **** my soul?
It’s power is so electric
And catches my comfort.
It grasps my lungs and crushes them
With an eternal force that comes from nothing
But my own mind.
It heightens and hisses
And cuts
And seethes the blood of my nightmares.
Loud and crashing and fast,
It makes me so dizzy
I fall and can’t get up.

And then it burns out.

The flame is extinguished from a fire of insanity.
All I’m left with is numbness.
The burnt ruins of my peace,
Charred and black,
Are the product of this madness.
Numb.
White noise occupies
The spaces of my brain.
I can’t remember anything.
I don’t move.
Numb.