Facing My Death

I look down into the darkness
And see someone I don’t envision myself to be
My mind climbs to great heights
To reach that minuscule of a person
I am losing

A voice from the back of my mind whispers, “food for worms”
I think of the worms in my mind
That eat away at my brain
And kill my soul
To a point where there is nothing left at all

I slowly wonder what is happening to my sanity
Frustration turned into aggravation
It’s way too late for recognition
I’m already dying in my mind
Filled with lies and deceit
To a point where I’m forced to cheat

I wish I could gain some livelihood
Instead of my deceasing state of mind
Now I sit quietly
Accepting my death
And listening to my teeth grind