Situation Clarity

As I begin to fall,
There is a clarity
To the ambiguous thoughts,
That never seem to end.
It would be Hell to fall forever-
Always anticipating something,
Like a re-occuring dream,
Where veins are so...
Weak and thin and crucial,
Making the intoxicating flow of words
That much easier to capture.
There is no longer
A want for her necessities...
And I fear,
She's beginning to feel this,
And so,
She remembers nothing said
That night we both died...
Publicly, I've blocked you out,
Denying your
"Insane Bitch" tendencies-
Inherited by mothers,
Confused by salvation--
I'm left on the brink of tomorrow,
With selfish, un-diverse regrets.
I've made my opinion clear
On what is truely
A desperate situation.