And so it begins,
Like a wispful waste in the wind.

It begins to tear and grind me down to nothing but a pulp of a mind,
Nothing connected or healed, only beated and untwined.

I begin to sense the depths of my perception become foolish,
With a darkish grin to rule with.

Shaking, trembling with every step I walk,
Yet I know not.

My mind tells me that it's THE END,
The INEVITABLE END.
I can feel it's seductive claws pull me into the abyss. Believing its words.

Darker and darker I begin to reside, I begin to fall like a raindrop on a stormy night.

Only, the sun isn't going to come out nor will the night end, my wills bend.

I can feel a fade become bigger, and seepin in is shadows that surrounds.

Oh my, what a sickening insightful time.