Musings of the Insane

Everything

Everything in shades of black,

and red flowing deep.

Standing in shock,

everything is gone.

I'm lost in a maze of ash,

what's left of my hope.

Everything I was,

is in pieces.

I am empty.

I no longer have a reason

to fight through everything.

My purpose is gone,

in ashes and smoke.

I look within myself,

hoping the answer lies in my soul.

Instead, all I find is

a blackened, charred, broken,

chunk of ash.

Everything around me is

killing me.

The smoke steals my oxygen,

the ash coats my lungs,

I can't see anything.

But it honestly doesn't bother me.

I used to survive off the thought

of the future.

Now that I no longer have one,

why not wallow in despair.

It's not like it'll kill me.

I close my eyes,

trying to see what I'm fighting against.

Fate.

You.

Myself.

My heart.

My need to care.

My desire.

Everything...