Dead Possibility

It seems cold, the fire of hatred
Bitter and endless
And fills me with thoughts that once would have
Triggered nothing but reproach and sickness
But now only brings empty anticipation

I enter my mind to find answers
These once glorious halls brimmed with knowledge
And possibility piled alongside fulfilling questions
And now have fallen in ruin
And all possibility ended with it

Long ago such a sight would have filled me with dismay
But now these glorious halls are but a memory
A memory of which I can no longer remember
Or bear to imagine

Yet I ask when these halls fell to ruin
Did it fall with my life?
Or was it long before that,
After my mind had lost all sight?

I only wish that these halls could shine once more
But the fire still burns and the ashes still warm
I breathe in the thick consuming smoke once more
And turn around back to the world
As I cannot bear the sight of my mind any longer
And I turn to you

The one who turned me to ruin
The one who started the fire
The one who ended my life
And stole my sight

But now for me one question remains
What to do with you,
And with me? And unfortunately
That is the only answer I can carry

I look down to you and into your tearful eyes
Filled with the sense of hopelessness you forced into me
And with a single, desperate question,
Within my hand I hold that answer
I deliver it with a smile

I finally let go of the halls of my mind
And the darkness of reality
And slip into eternity
With the same answer I gave to you
And I fall to the ground

With no more question
And no more answers
Just silence….