Unending end

Breathe in. 

Breathe out. 

Close your eyes. Sigh. 

Its not the end. You are alive. 

But am I, really? 

The sounds, this scent, 

what does it all say?  

The screams inside my head

 are trying to kill me, I think. 

The darkness that hovered

 has turned painfully white now. 

Its not confusion, I can tell you that. 

No waiting, 

nothing to look forward to. 

Nothing to believe in, 

nothing to be longing for. 

However still, my eyes betray me shamelessly. 

My heart keeps on dying, 

slowly, painfully. 

Makes me wonder how much mutilation it can take.

I have nothing to say to him. 

Nothing to expect. 

So I keep on dying little by little, 

I keep on talking to myself.

I keep telling myself lies, 

its all going to be alright.

 I can feel the fate smirking at me

 with tilted eyes. 

I can feel myself falling deep

 into its darkened pit. 

I can't feel my body, 

but just the ache. 

I can't really call it a life. 

It is the ending. 

I guess, yes. 

This is the unending end. 

Fa