Misty clouds cover my intellect
With primary dread.
Crawling everywhere just for some light,
In circles I ponder.
Hit in the head, blood rushed,
The point, a dead end.
Hail falls to the sound
Of my tears diminishing.
Smiling, like it’s ok,
A goodbye killing me.
Underneath, scars hide,
Trying to escape this rush.
No consciousness or reaction,
Bleeding with no pain present.
So cold, clouds blistering.
Any hope that was left.
A petal falling so subtle, my ending,
Every hallucination I wished, ruined.