connection interrupted

 
the quiet close in on me
my spinalcord was dry
my wet chest cough
splintered in memory
my soul call out
 
in the darkness of death I will meet you
black surrounds me in my despair
yes, I remember you
silentlty calling to me
interupting dreams and fantasies
 
you pull me into the depths
treading water till I tire
my being drown in the emotional sea
full of faces no substance
just empty noises and no connection
 
saddened to be suffocated by the loneliness
the sky push on me with its grey
my soul couldn't feel
depression hit me and my psychosis was fully understood
 
it was my best friend, I escaped here
creating new worlds and birthing spirits into being
beings that fully connect with me
they were a part of me
 
my thoughts find them sometimes
unable to talk to them now
insulted hurt cries
a black force rises from the dread
a new world maybe...