6It was a beast, gnawing at the nothing inside.
I tried to run far away from it, curl up, and hide.
(And did I mention die?)
The atrophy of emptiness left me a shell.
The beast pushed me out of my Heaven, and so I fell.
I clutched by abdomen, feeling myself defecate.
I inhaled sharply, refusing to accept this fate.
(All stories come to a good ending, don't they?)
Would it be so hard to fill the internal nothing,
with now-fading memories of delighted feelings?
I looked over to the ones that I once had so loved-
they scoffed, they ignored, they pushed me away with hands, gloved.
(They were so polite when they refused to touch me with bare hands.)
They had their problems, or not a fleeting interest in mine,
so, the atrophy continued, unchecked, in my mind.
My emptiness collapsed, concentrating it's power.
In my room's corner, the pain made me weakly cower.
It was so overwhelming to all of my senses,
that it managed to break down my inner defenses.
(Walls and fences made to shield me from humanity's grotesque offenses.)
Although I was willing, it pushed me over the edge.
It's not as if I wasn't already on the ledge.
So I fell for the second time on this epic trial,
first from Heaven, so grand, then from Sanity, so vile.
(And both, totally overrated.)
I was left to bask in the depths of my inner dark,
and, my once beloved's voice, I could no longer hark.
I was left in a hell of my mind's own creation,
where I still must suffer without an intermission.
(Won't you come and save me?)