Desolation

The pain is always there
To remind me
That I am weak.
Sorrow builds,
Assaulting my every being
I relinquish myself,
Paralyzed by
The dissenting voice
--It echoes through
The recesses of my mind
Descending me
To unknown depths

I cannot fathom
Escalating this incessant pit
Into which I have cast myself.
The light, ever faint
It vaguely glimmers,
Projected onto the flushed walls
Of my subliminal vault.
Intangible
Seemingly growing more distant,
Efforts to escape are futile

I now welcome
The darkness,
The oblivion suits
My damaged soul.
Laying sprawled
On the cold, agonizing floor,
I beseech the fluorescence
To intensify,
To turn its gaze on me
To Incinerate my entirety

The light does not change,
It remains above
Elusive and unobtainable.
My faculties begin to dissolve,
I hear the screams
Of a broken man.
The shrieks echo,
Rebounding off the walls
Of my capacious dungeon
--They are of my own formation

I cannot comprehend
The end of my screeches
With the beginning
Of my echoing voice.
The floor beneath
Crumbles away,
Thrusting me
Into the void

The screams become distant
The light minimizes
Into a point
Before receding
Into nothingness.
I slowly drift away,
Watching my prison
Disappear,
Consumed by the darkness.

There is nothing now
Void space surrounds me,
It encompasses me
Like a lone bubble
In a glass of water.
I attempt to speak,
But my ears cannot hear.
The panic soon subsides
As I accept my fate,
Perpetually floating
To an eternal destination
Abandoned and forgotten