Shattered Eyes

Silent reprieve from insanity,
Iron foe of sweet, cold, vanity;
My blood now fervent,
as my hands become sorrow's servant.
Am I Lost?

Stone cold gaze focuses
on shrouded faces, scared;
But alone?

Alone I am in heart and soul
Mind and body, an empty space
Depression comes to reap its toll
Swiftly, quietly with feline grace.
Am I Lost?

---Pleading,
--Weeping,
-Laughing,
Screaming...

Broken and fractured in soul and spirit,
Alone in darkness choking as
Air slides down my throat like poison,
Slowly fading, I am dieing;
But alone?

Talking to the shadows
as they close in around me,
I Break the glass that holds the eyes,
I scream, as shattered eyes persist.
Am I Lost?

Trembling, I laugh,
Uncontrolled by my dementia
I exhale, poison departs,
Arising to sunlights sweet embrace.
But alone?

No; My soul now reborn...