I'm drowning,
Sinking,
Laying on the bottom
Of Life's ocean floor.
I'm awake,
Constantly aware
Of the thoughts in my head.
Why do they haunt me?
Why can I not block them out?
Why do they keep me awake?
It's the fear that they bring;
The terror that has been instilled;
The pain that still burns.
They linger like the scent
Of rotting flesh -
Putrid.
They sting like a deadly snake-bite,
The poison seeping into my veins,
The toxin slowly killing me.
Staring at myself in the mirror
My eyes blood-shot,
My hair unbrushed and scraggly,
My face gaunt and pale,
I scream.
I want to be rid of the images
That constantly terrorise my dreams.
I want to enter into
An endless slumber.
I'm not afraid
To sleep forever...
