Self from Self by Bed Of Wasps

There’s nothing darker
Than what lays inside.
Ignorance is far from bliss,
This face expressionless...

Crippling anxiety.

Introspection,
The deafening roar.
There’s no respite.
A flood that swells inside,
All comes surging forth,
Crushing every defence.

Left with nothing
But desperation.
Desperate, twisted thoughts.
Inconsequential.
A fleeting moment
Of empty space and infinite time.

Stare into the face of the unknown
And see nothing but myself.
I plead to look away, I’m too far gone.
I grasp at any hope or passing thought.
I bleed my mantra,
“Now is not the time”.

I sicken myself.

This has become more than a problem.
It's more than a problem.

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