Cacophony that kills brain tissue;
The sound rushes in and rings out.

The nerves crunch in my neck;
The pain rushes in and fades out.

The heart gives up for just a moment;
The blood rushes in, and then flows out.

The pressure returns to the base of my skull;
And thoughts rush in, but never out.

Fuzzy logic, mental fog,
Blurry vision, burning eyes,
Aching bones, shaking nerves.

I don’t think I could feel any more hollow or painful.

A simple cure will burn it all off,
And relieve pressure that can splinter bones;
For just long enough that I can die alone.

And now everything seems just fine,
Until all that was tightly woven unravels.

And the human form doesn’t seem so frail,
Until it has been decapitated.

And I’ll still function on the outside,
Until the emptiness consumes the façade.

And I’ll try surviving on the inside,
Until the inevitable suffocation.

My nightmares tell me
That everything I cultivate
Will die before me.

And for the first time, reality shows me the same thing.

A temporary solution
Will make death more agonizing.
Knowing this, I hang on.