I’m lost.

Adrift and confused, mixed up in my head.

The sweet sting of madness slowly poisons my  veins.

I feel myself turning.

Turning to the darkness, breathing in that black ocean,

Its waves sweeping over me, in an attempt to drown.

And as much as it’s terrifying to think of what this insanity could become,

What could become of me,

I’ll let it consume me.

Wholly.

I’ll give in to these demons, this darkness.

And I’ll laugh as I fall,

Because I see the irony in all of this.

My old self has passed, retired.

I don’t know who I am anymore or who I’ve become,

All I’m sure of is my insides are black,

And this infectious madness flows through my being.