Description: Ever had one of those days that you wonder why the hell you got out of bed?
One among many -------------------------------------------
The days flow by each in fast forward slow motion. The memories thin out while the day hacks away at any peace the night helped you gain.
It seems with the repetition of words flowing behind your lids that the grip of sanity sluggishly slips from your grasp as you beg yourself to let go and fall into the darkest abyss where even your mind will not follow.
Sunshine strikes full force, searing into you the responsibility that must be met and remain unconquered in a dreary world of back stabbing fun.
You wish to rest, a simple break. But into broken pieces of your own you are thrown to drown among the lost dreams and hollowed hopes.
Welcome to the world, where you are one among many. And all the faces look the same.
Even though we be but another cog in the machinery it is nevertheless meant that your particular cog be there in order to enable whatever great machine it is that we are a part of. Yes, sometimes a falling into the abyss seems like a perfect dip into a respite of tranquility. But it's always seemingly "burn baby burn" isn't it?
Well, I'd share my happy pills but cannot go back to prison!
This was well written, though dark and yes, very pessimistic but well structured none the less. For me, this speaks of the little monster inside. The one that seeks the void, lapses where nothing is whole or broken, light or dark, good or bad just nothingness.