I spin in silence, between the winds and the shadows. The darkness creeps deeper, the shadows, fight stronger, each racing to survive. The winds, seemingly calm, stir up moments of time, lost so far behind. The only thing thats real amongst all this, is the self inflicted pain, possibly only to see if I were still alive.
There is a hole in my skin, the blood refused to flow, I dress myself in thorns, yet I feel not the slightest pinch. My thoughts are broken, ideas frozen, emotion silent. Someone else is there, beyond repair. What I have turned into. There, is now someone else, I am lost.
How I wished the night had never fallen. It fell, I fell, broken to infinite pieces. As I sit here, searching, stealing, hiding from it all, recollecting myself in whatever manner possible. There is very little that can be done.
There is the complete, and there is the part. I am the part, my whole is broken. My life is broken. Everything around me fades, into the darkness, into the black light that blinds me, casting shadows that shower the flames that have fought back from within me.