I am no more

The sudden flash of light entered the eye, startled and frightened. 
Swimming in this ocean of sweat, gazing into the the corner of darkness. Remembering joy, but joy not sought. Like a childs happiness but happiness forgot. My breathing had got the best of me, panic had overcame my days. The tone in my voice had lost it's old ways. I am no more. The other eyes think of me as no more. Perched upon a foggy avenue, with the city grounding me down with their eagle eyes, home is where I should dwell. But not even my darkened cave feels no more. NO MORE! NO MORE, I scream! This old house, this dreadful house, ever since I've moved in this old house. How long and much more can this agony go on for? The sleepless nights of tossing and turning. Much misery this disease had brought me, insanity was traded in for reality, and brought me to a world of madness. The coldness of December surrounded my room. My tired weary eyes. I reached over and grabbed the bottle of wine, trying to cure what ever this may be. Thinking if that was the old me. Gazing at the moon, the shattering of my bottle hitting the floor. Someones in my house again. My chest got heavy, loss of words, loss of thoughts, what do I do!? My heart feels like a volcano about to erupt. Gripping on like the climax of a rollercoaster. The only thing i wanted was to be free, but that was the old me. I can't take this anymore!!! GET OUT!!! GET OUT!!!, I scream. And they won't leave, they never do. What has this place became? These are not my things. What have I become? The old me is no more; I see. I look in the mirror and nothing, where have I gone? I am the apparition that is trapped. I am a spirit. I am a ghost. I am no more. I am no more.