Cold
I will never feel warm again
Frosted puff of breath
Hanging expelled into the darkness
Searching without seeing
Reaching out in blind hopelessness
Where is the bottom?
Where did I leave the pieces of me I sacraficed to escape this place before?
Stumbling along
My blood is the only brightness here,
and that dim
Pouring it out, the thin razor cuts
Again, and again
Seeing the shadows of the shadows as I drift
On wings feathered with pain
Searching,
ever searching,
For the bottom
To break through to maddness, real maddness
Where at least I might forget all that I've lost and no longer am.
