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.