Slumber.

Drifting into slumber,

my head clears, like sky and 

my heart, with pillow wings of  down, 
wanders unchained by distraction and daylight.

I am frightened awake by the wind 
in the whispers of my dormant soul! 

Tears bubble like molten lava,
gushing red from the depths of a place I dared not venture.

I squeeze my eyelids, the tectonic plates
which crumple into mountains on my face,

trying to plug the flow of thoughts

tumbling to the forefront of my mind, unchecked;

inevitable.

In my desperation to stop this dive into the void

I reach out,

screaming fistfuls of steam and silence, 
grappling for the lines
on a strangers palm
that may tie me to the Earth for a moment longer.

But my hands only slam against the darkness
leaving sooty fingerprints in the empty air
as I fall.
Screams rise in my throat,
like acid
choking me,
melting my flesh
until all that remains of my chest
is another hallow cavity.
Gravity heaves below me,

and at last, I wind my wrists
around it's invisible tendrils
accepting the inescapable descent.

And I wonder,
in this world which has lost its colour

who would notice another soul slip into the black?

Another meaningless shadow in the darkness

who failed to find

its purpose.