Hallowblood

[gwyarhallowblood]

Every now and then when I

settle down to sleep, my mind

will take a moment to remind me

of things which I’d rather not

spend the energy remembering

Cascading through the abyss

of ancient thoughts I’ve

long since buried

my brain seeks to show me

a constant reel of regrets

Like a whirlpool of dark ichor

the thoughts pull me in

surrounding me and sounding off

constantly, invading my peace

tempting me with the worst of actions

I’d rather not cast myself off a building

The knife in my hand is for cooking

and nothing more

I wish that my own mind

would simply think

of a brighter future

[gwyarhallowblood]

The hands on the clock begin to turn.

Tick Tock

You begin to grow, becoming older and "wiser".

Tick Tock

Days slip into months.

Tick Tock

Your hands become shaky, your vision begins to haze.

Tick Tock

You lose control of yourself, falling down the slope with no way to climb up.

Tick Tock

You end up here, trapped in a bed by your own frail bones.

Tick Tock

Alright, you've laid there long enough. Stop staring at the clock, you have somewhere to be.

Tick...