I lost myself in her
I lose myself to her

Poison
of the mind
addiction
without substance

The ideas
of what could be
what almost was
this constant
churning
of what will
never happen

Impossibility
itch my brain
creates
even more
desires

Not from the object
of desire
but from the desire
to resolve
to solve
to uncover
to discover

Like a maze
once resolved
I discover
at its core
the minautor
the beast
that will
end my life

Once tasted
sanity is lost
there is no
going back

I sit
at the top
of the canyon
The depth
pulling me in

At the bottom
a creek
that could
feed me
comfort me

Will I fall
or will I find
my way down

Maybe I should
just leave?