Why have I become so desolate?
I feel like my pulse grows more faint with every day that passes.
It should all seem so simple, yet to me, my mind is a vortex of spinning terrors, a cyclone of torment that won’t end.
It’s a breeding ground for all that is demonic and plaguing, like a cemetery, where my past experiences turn into reanimated corpses and haunt my skull.
Zombie-memories, if you will.
How can I let them rest, be at peace, become dormant again?