Line

Walking on a blurring line
Slowly finding myself fading away.
Screams, to this room confined.
A game I no longer want to play.
Step by step i shall hand,
My life on a silver platter
In exchange for a holy land.
The line between reality and my imagination
Oh how faint it looks
This is not how it was written in the books
I hold no recollection of such aberration
I pick up words here and there
How come they flee my thoughts so fast.
Holding an empty stare
As life saunters past
Leaving my soul bare
Kneeling, I brush my fingers against the walls of this dimly lit room. The clamour that wasn’t there
but now is the only thing I decipher. The smallest movements formidable to the timorous entity. In
that very moment, laying there right next to myself, reminiscing the first cry of salutation and now,
the last breath as a farewell. The fracture of a moment
Let this end, let it get to you.
Acquiescing to the lingering lassitude, the rest slowly fades away.