All the voices inside my head are colliding with my senses

  There is no respite, relief or ease of this pressure

  Punishing me for believing that I could live such a lie

  A lie of blissful ignorance of my selfishness

  Hard reality comes crashing down with bloody fists

  Blood runs freely as the knives of truth slice through

  Unfelt until I was seeing double

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  The weakness of loss and pain pulsing painfully in the aftermath

  Rivers of red map out a trail of my life

  And I watch in transfixed fascination

  As the life I once held in my hands

  Slips away quietly

  Thoughts of running are just a whisper in the wind

  My mind is blank

  I can’t comprehend this fatality

  This death of mine

  How was I to know that I could die and still live

  A shell of a life that has no desire

  The wisps of will are just strands of thread floating aimlessly

  Nothing will bring me back to who I was

  Perhaps one day I’ll return to this corpse

  For now, I float in darkness

  Surviving but never truly living this life