Anxiety and despair mixed.
My mind cut off, my heart is shut off.
Yet, I am still breathing, and I feel detached.
Not sure from what, I am just feeling sorry in all that is black.
Killing myself, rushing, fighting for how I can fix this imperfection, this color of disgrace.
I am lost in space.
I am lost in all that is wrong with color.
I am broken, and unfixable, only I can fix me, and I am just pitiful.
No man is an island, but I have cut myself off and I have stranded myself intentionally.
If I do not fix this, then my own mistake will be the end of me.
In hindsight, I knew I had it in me to fight for my strength.
I overcame the daemon, and now I am rewarded far too amazingly well!
I am rich, far rich than I could ever have dreamt of or imagined!
I know that I was damaged…
I know that I was zombie like and far too gone.
But I have fixed my wrongs, I have made myself whole.
I am happy to know, that my soul is worth gold.