it manifests within me
a feeling that has provided shelter for many winters
a burn that brings me closer to my grave
but lights the fire necessary to fulfill my lust for destruction
things will only grow worse
as I die every day
my mind slips from my hands
as I wither away
and it’s the slightest thing that bring me to the brink of insanity
my daily failures are each like the end of days
time has left me with elusive emotions
i only wish for confusion