Regress

The words are coming in like darkness.
I can feel it consuming me once more.
The world I built, I feel its regress
Back to the world I've written before.

Its shattering the glass of my pupils
Diluting the shade of my black iris
And like the past it terribly fills
Myself with pain and dubious wills

I can feel the blood thinning inside
As I grow like the air after the rain,
Colder, I'm aware that within my mind
There's nothing other than the thought

of pain.