In the dim corners of my weary soul, Darkness takes hold, I am losing control.
The tendrils of madness gently seep,
Into the cracks of dreams I used to keep.
My thoughts once painted in vivid hues,
Now blend into a chaotic ruse.
Memories scattered like shattered glass, Jumbled fragments of my fading past.
The world grows distant, a blurry maze,
As sanity's tether begins to fray.
I grasp at fragments of reality,
But they slip through desperate hands, carelessly.
Faces render as twisted masks of fear, Whispers morph into voices so unclear.
The boundaries of reason start to dissolve,
Leaving me stranded, my will to resolve.
