The Abyss

I have my moments....

No amount ofcontemplation

Will hinder my hesitation 

To stop my own desecration,

With this pain I am facing.

I fall down, Abyss.

Abyss.

How could it all end like this?

I am the very tragedy I seek.

Every time I fall,

I am weak.

A byproduct of an inner genocide,

Mind killing mind to feel alive inside.

What if I died?

Am I just along for the ride?

A soul deprived of an inner light to electrify

and ingretiate my hopes.

Oh hopes,

Such birds!

The minute I open the window 

To vast opportunity they take flight!

This is a hopeless plight,

No end in sight.

No end in sight.