The road to your nirvana
lays somewhere ahead,
where the skies
triumph.
The road fills me with
voices, as I struggle
to walk.
The wanting to finish and
cease floods my mind
as I forget the road
ahead.
I jump with no thought,
into nothingness, void.
As I get stuck in the
web of lies of the voices.
Leaving behind
memories to impale
the traumatized kin.