A stream of blood flows by breaches among the skin

Life drifts away, departing from this physical host

And it's so hard to resist the call

Letting go, succumb

Dissipate mundane worries

Discard shredded tissues

Forgive this broken soul

Why climb these ghastly stairs?

The height of lightnings

Shall I mourn the end of myself,

Or strive, and sore on each step?

Choosing to strive

To sore on each single step,

Reaching the surface of consciousness

Sure that it won't bring any relief...

...Just the opposite

Letting go, succumb

Dissipate mundane worries

Discard shredded tissues

Forgive this broken soul

Why climb these ghastly stairs?

The height of lightnings

Shall I mourn the end of myself,

Or strive, and sore on each step?

I arrive at. the summit,

entangling sparks of awareness

But soon I longed for the lasting torpor

to claim me once again

A cold reality awaits,

heavy truth to bear or accept