i feel myself
getting
weirder

falling in on myself, a downward spiral, a nautilus, a fibonacci sequentialty growing smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller

losing myself
sweeping up the shards
of soulshatter
reveries
watching the stars twinkle
in onyx pools
of freshly shed tears

twilight is defined as a decline, but the hues that blossom across the skies in pastel majesty feel more like a victory than a simple ambiguity

speaking softly
in metaphoric
hyperbole
in a barren land
of stark equations

a descent into martyrdom, an ascent into madness, gripping the jade scales of an ebony eyed dragon, serpentine in destructive splendor

losing grip
dissociation
in one sixth gravity

i feel myself
slipping
away