Void

The nothingness of apathy, anhedonia and loneliness

I tear at the boundaries of my being,
where a silent chill stifles each fragile breath.
If I could break the pall of this sepulchral twilight,
I might unearth a single flame to remind me I live.

A chorus of frenzied illusions beckons,
glittering with promises of raw exhilaration.
My senses stir, caught between craving and caution,
yearning for the jolt that severs this suffocating silence.

I imagine the silver slipping in, not so I may vanish,
but to spark a wildfire in my dulled veins.
To feel something, anything, that shatters apathy,
even if it leaves scars glowing in its wake.

In that pulse of delirium, self ignites with abandon,
each racing heartbeat echoes the freedom I miss.
Better to blaze for a vicious, gleaming second
than linger, hollow and untouched,
in the depths of unfeeling.

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