I can't breath.

I can't think.

     I am lost.
     I am trapped.

Things are constantly taken from me.

And no one notices that as I walk,

There is a trail of pieces following.
Pieces of myself and my capabilities.

And I retrace my steps,
trying to collect the pieces.

But when I return to my present state,
my companions have left me far behind.

Not willing to wait for a weak follower.

Death has a way of following me.

He sees me in my most vulnerable moments,
                 Watches as life finds a way to cut through me.

And Death Watches

While the life
                          fades
                                      from my being

Closing OUT
both Thoughts and Actions.

And Death Welcomes Me
          as I move toward him,
Becoming familiar with this new place.

So I join Death.

  And except my new form.


Life

         only leaving behind the sound

                                                          of its beating wings.

I see the world through glass.

Glass that reflects who I am.
Glass that guides my every movement.
Glass that keeps me from believing.

And only breaks when pain comes,
                                                                      
                           forcing reality.

Fight young warrior.
Use your strength and fight.

Show your blade, and carve a picture.

Prove your stature.
And gain your confidence.

Because life is ready.
And life always fights back.

It doesn’t feel real.
And I can only hope it never will.
But on those few moments my mind opens up to reveal the truth.

I can’t breath.
I feel like I will explode.

And I let the tears come,
drowning me in my own self pity.

I find no use for the way things are now,
without you as witness to my actions.

But I know better than to give up on my chance at this life because of your weakness.

It might **** my being,
but I will always fight to stay living.

Until the ultimate outcome of time retires me.

My World* is darkness
      My World is hollow
My World is strained
      My World is cold

My World Lingers.
       Lingers before me,
Reminding me of who I really am.


My World Dances.
        Dances through time.
Not knowing when to let the music stop,
Not wanting reality to wander any closer.


My World is empty.
        Empty of reason.
Empty of any feeling but doubt.


My World is small.
        So small it turns inside itself,
Not wanting anything to escape.


My World is trapped.
        Trapped in space.
Away from everything but what I try to believe.


My World sleeps.
        Many hours, and Many days.
Not giving any clues on when it wishes to awaken.


Kept warm by a small blanket

                    That covers all its fears.

I am trapped.

Everywhere looks the same,
Where nothing looks diffrent.

And I am stripped bare
of any sences and courage.

Because the colossal beast confining me holds it.