Fading away gradually,
Slipping into nothingness,
A drifting away of consciousness,
Loss of words, thoughts, actions.
Waiting with my memories,
Swirling around from within my head,
A tornado of knives.
Spinning, piercing and cutting.
Spilling all of me, out across the floor.
The cold floor,
The distorted mind,
Every sound intensified, before, blurring.
I fade away, with nothing left,
But the torture of my memories, the remembering.
Of what there is to keep,
What there is to do.
What is there?
Like there is no other option.
The path I was meant to take,
Always was going to take,
Always was directed to taking.
Trying to divert my mind and actions,
But ever-closer towards the inevitable path I go,
Ever-closer to the end of time.
Ever-closer, to my close.
Breathing, while watching this occur,
The mind playing a movie of your life,
A movie of the gradual fading.
The slipping away.
As I fade away gradually.