Faint traces of insecurity.

Overshadowing the beacon of desire.

Darkening the heart’s senses.

Rapidly growing numb.

Apparitions of a past life linger here.

Knives in the mind, twisting with venomous lies.

Judgment slips into a trance.

What’s right and what’s wrong?

Delusions toy with emotions; confusing sensations on what/how to feel.

Trepidation engulfs instincts and I try to run.

Suffocating; light-headed.

Is this death?

Walls tumbling down; crumbling to the ground.

Questions circulating inside desperate for answers.

Logic no longer exists; slipping out of sync.

Freefalling; bracing for impalement.

Waking from slumber; still cuffed to this ledge.

Looking around; I never fell.

A prisoner of my own mind.

Pensively unhinged.