Meaningless thoughts pound in my mind,
A dull ache, located somewhere behind my eyes.
Uninteresting screams try to reclaim me,
Try to pull be back to my world.
I hide from the ever-increasing urgency,
Hide from their worried voices.
I fall deeper into the pain and darkness.
Going ever faster, eager to depart my world.
The pain grows stronger, pounding harder.
The darkness becomes tangible, suffocating.
I push at the darkness, attempt escape.
The screams return, bringing confusion.
I realize I don’t really want this,
I don’t want this, though it is too late.
I fall into a void of pain and darkness,
A spinning, streaming, void, confusion, screaming.
Then nothing, blessed nothing,
Nothing, not even me.
Nothing

12/20/2004

Posted on 12/21/2004
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