Poison

My heartbeat slows down, I begin to breathe heavily... slowly, my eyes close. A silent tear rolls down my cheek, as a plethora of melancholic images envelop me. The darkness around me pierces me like a million shards of broken glass... the disquietude of silence threatens to deafen me, and I try to turn away from it in despair. My mind's eye conjures up thoughts of a blissful utopia, in a futile attempt to relieve me of the pain momentarily. All in vain. I continue to sink in the agony... deeper and deeper, into a pathetic state of incomprehensible pandemonium. I struggle to breathe now...

My eyes flutter open. A weak smile breaks out on my lips. A sudden ray of hope. Or is it but a mirage? I wonder. I shake myself out of my reverie and reach out... to the one thing that promises to liberate me. It feels smooth and consoling in my palm. I smile again. Down my throat it goes... I grimace at its bitterness. But I know it is the only way. I feel drained by the effort. It does not matter. Weariness is but a small price to pay for freedom from this pain. At last, the smoke begins to lift. Things seem clearer. I begin to float... fly in the air... higher and higher... my eyes close again. This time, forever.