I lost myself in her
I lose myself to her
Poison
of the mind
addiction
without substance
The ideas
of what could be
what almost was
this constant
churning
of what will
never happen
Impossibility
itch my brain
creates
even more
desires
Not from the object
of desire
but from the desire
to resolve
to solve
to uncover
to discover
Like a maze
once resolved
I discover
at its core
the minautor
the beast
that will
end my life
Once tasted
sanity is lost
there is no
going back
I sit
at the top
of the canyon
The depth
pulling me in
At the bottom
a creek
that could
feed me
comfort me
Will I fall
or will I find
my way down
Maybe I should
just leave?
