Contortionist Realms
Thousands of wasted words, millions of misinterpreted
miscommunications;
Progress is slowing, a delayed reaction has caused a
momentary lapse.
All of this feels like a nightmare I can't escape,
Caught between the realms of sleep and bad reality
That has left me trapped under ice.
And I'm drowning and fighting for air to survive, with
nowhere to go.
I feel the water fill my lungs and take me into it's
arms.
I never thought I would end, I never thought I could die
like this.
I refuse to look into the light.
No - I will not die like this.
What did you expect?
This is not a dream, but a thought.
Death will come to me on my own terms.
