Consumed

Sinking, empty drowning

Two halves of me battling within

Tearing each other to shreds

Wondering I lie- whom will win?

The hour of misery approaches,

The agony of the unknown broaches;

The salt upon my cheeks solidifies

I’m turning to stone as the reassurance dies

Two facets of me are fighting-

Waging war through vile strategy

Each taxing emotions, peace and rest

Absorbing all but stoic apathy

One half of me is dying

Surrendering to absolute collapse of light

Reversal is futile; repair a lost cause

As death looms forward in the depth of the night

Apathy induces mourning;

Drowning in wordless dread

The curtains of my life solemnly closing

As I lie, still and motionless, on my deathbed