All the voices inside my head are colliding with my senses

There is no respite, relief or ease of this pressure

Punishing me for believing that I could live such a lie

A lie of blissful ignorance of my selfishness

Hard reality comes crashing down with bloody fists

Blood runs freely as the knives of truth slice through

Unfelt until I was seeing double

The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

The weakness of loss and pain pulsing painfully in the aftermath

Rivers of red map out a trail of my life

And I watch in transfixed fascination

As the life I once held in my hands

Slips away quietly

Thoughts of running are just a whisper in the wind

My mind is blank

I can’t comprehend this fatality

This death of mine

How was I to know that I could die and still live

A shell of a life that has no desire

The wisps of will are just strands of thread floating aimlessly

Nothing will bring me back to who I was

Perhaps one day I’ll return to this corpse

For now, I float in darkness

Surviving but never truly living this life