Terrible Twenties

It's as if I am paralyzed and mute—
Caught between twisted realities
That weave themselves in and out
Of the visions in other's eyes.

My heart tightens like clenched fists
Leaving ever present sharpness
Like a blade pressed against me
Digging a deeper wound

Like a delirious adventurer seeking treasure,
I hurl myself almost passionately toward my demise.
Manic and lost, I dismantle every beacon of light in my soul,
Only to be left with this heaviness when all else is gone.