As the light slowly withers away, as does my once ample frame, I find the simple tasks an unending chore, and bothersome addition to an empty life, I want the feeling to end, I want the feeling to disappear, I want to, somewhere away from the pain would be a blessing, somewhere across a galaxy and far away, away from this skeleton of agony I have become, eyes dry and staring emptiness into the void that does not take me away, I want the felling to end, I want the feeling to disappear, I want to, I want to, I want to be a memory that makes you smile, not a cardboard cut out, not a pale shadow, not the reflection I see, not the man I have become, I want the feeling to end, I want the feeling to disappear, I want to, I want to, I want….
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
