Full Decay

The slowing down of thoughts and memory is only worsening. 

Feeling dread, feeling the grip becoming looser than it ever has before. 

Not knowing what to do not knowing where to go I let go with only a silent whimper unheard and unanswered. 

To what may this world offer where my own mind seems to be a claustrophobic tomb which slowly closes in every year, every day of this painful existence. 

Insanity keeping me sane, there is no point to watch, to act human, I am just an audience of a movie which slowly decays as it slowly reaches the end. 

Help? What is there to help. 

Goodbye, I say to my love which is the abyss that pulls me in, goodbye to the few who will hear my silent whimper, goodbye, hopefully rerolling the dice will do me good.