As I fall apart, the pieces turn to black.
My ghost remains in naive wisdom and the inability to rest.
I hover before words unsaid and emotions unexpressed.
Unsatisfied by my own passing, who would remember me?
Just another unchanged life, I dreamt of so much more.
My hazy high, clouds my mind, but not my heart.
I drink to the pain that brings me back, but not to the point of dying inside.
Drifting off in drunken daze, my life makes so much sense.
My chest feels heavy, slow in healing.
I wonder why I try.
I can’t sit still, nothing constructive fills the void.
I lift myself from the dirty carpet, just in the nick of time.
I try to call out for mercy, but I’m down to my last breath.
If I’m to die, I will not lie in vain.
By inhibitions left unsaid, my mind leaves my body.
To a place where ice and snow find solace.
Music fills the air, worry turns to bliss, and my subconscious mind wanders freely.
Self aware and inclined to sleep, it rests on the edge of insanity.