The Variant

This emptiness, this.....void. Has taken me abruptly and hurled me into the vastness of my blackened mind. I scramble, and I panic inside this fragile place within my head. 

There is no escaping. Further I am dragged like the prey of the most foul unforgiving beast. A conscious carcass scraping the corroded ground of my infected brain. I say infected because I was not always feeling like this. There was a time where the sun shined, and flowers bloomed. But that all remains buried beneath the dense darkness that has overtaken my entire subconscious, my entire being, and filled every crack of my shattered heart. There is no hope of finding my way out, I am one with this place. I guess this is where I belong. 

The over bearing weight of existence leaves me no other choice but to straggle and to limp along this dreadful path of sorrow. Belittled an broken I just barely carry myself through each day.  Doused with regret, the residuals of my past linger within me along side this stagnant feeling of desperation. Weighed and measured by the societal standard that cannot be met I remain the variant.