Then nothing
It keeps coming back
surrounds me like a dust in the air
waiting for every opportunity
to pounce the wall I had built for so long.
An invisible wall
guarding the core of my existence
a sanctuary
a safe place for my soul
Resides my will to live,
my reasons to fight, my sanity
and memories that binds me in this world.
Yet the wall I had built
is slowly turning to ash, crumbling,
fading into thin air.
Then the darkness creeps onto
embracing me as if it owns me
then I\'m falling
then nothing.