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.