Focus skewed,
thoughts rambled,
I want to run and never stop,
run straight off the end of the earth.
Cold, aware but unaware,
in need of a corner,
one I can hide in,
sit in,
trying to will this demon out of me.
Thinking, thinking, thinking,
I can't stop thinking.
The wheels in my head spinning
faster and faster
frying my mind and everything around.
"STOP," I yell,
it doesn't work
I yell again, "STOP."
It stops.
No more,
there's no more.
I drop the blade in my hand,
it clangs to the floor beside the pool of red.
Weight lifted off my chest,
suspended above me,
waiting in silence for its time to fall again.
Grinning, taunting, knowing,
that it will be the cause of my untimely doom.