Going Under  

 

I am dead.
How did I get to this place?
Dead yet alive.
The world around me is too loud;
It's just noise,
A sound I cannot silence, bear;
My brain hurts.
Can't I just lie here and sleep?
Stop talking,
Your words, they pierce my brain.

Too loud.
Everything is too loud, it hurts;
No one gets it,
Because I am dead yet alive.
Life without colour;
A muted, quietened existence.
Stop breathing,
And please let me fill my lungs;
Dying words,
Here comes that sinking feeling.