I plunge into the depths of darkness
and close my eyes
Its embrace, familiar
Familiar pain, familiar comfort, familiar numbness
Is it how it’s going to end then?
No, it’s how it’s going to go on
The descent, the desire to end, the desire to be
The make-believe climb towards the make-believe light
The forever balancing act on the tightrope of reality. Or dreams.
Dreams. Let them take me in their swirls of psychedelic colours and lift me into a world of smiles and beauty and decorum and sanity, of a world that almost makes sense
But for now, it’s the deafening racket of chaos
The mad dance of shackles and stripped hopes
The chase towards every flicker, exhausting.
For now, all I need is the darkness to float in
All I need is silence.