D.I.R.E.

It comes down to one point....
an exact spot within arms reach...
a place where a moment of
sharp pain is accepted and welcomed....
and again ... back to my cave...
where she is my power animal...
yet she destroys the very peace of
mind that gives her total power...
this existential suicide is controlled
and dictated by opposing forces...
Both at extremes and neither
ushering complete solace alone....
Sometimes I find myself praying that
my true innate self will emerge...
I long to open my eyes...
and gaze upon a reality with no illusion....
Illusions are merely productions of the mind...
as is the formation of self...
The true definition of inept existence...
losing the battle over mind...
Life seems to fly by as it is...
and I love this world...
I'm here to stay...