Hands slipping free
I try to release my hold on the world
Reluctantly I am drawn back.
Dissolving into the acidic existence that is I.
Slowly melting from existence.
Diseased and rotting from the inside out I give up.
Quietly slipping back into the darkened corner.
Life exists around me.
Trying to pull me back into the light.
Smokey thoughts bang around in the clutter of my mind.
Beacons hopelessly awaiting my return to light.
The patient angels tread heavy on my memory caressing my soul in cradled divinity.
Mechanically tethered I continue to give way.
Less human by the moment.
The slow press of blood inside my veins seems to sing soft and low.
Songs that bring me closer.
Wilting against a world that thrives I step from the edge.
Fade into the darkened night.
Waiting quietly for the end I have time
Reviewing all my shortcomings
I didn't love strongly enough
I didn't say what should have been said.
I hid away in the dark.