Listening to the trickling of my thoughts
Aware of all the knots.
The border between sanity and insanity is getting lost
Every memory, image and word from the past are becoming my personal holocaust.
How do I turn my thoughts off?
Or at least cutoff
The source of their power
Before I get overpower.
The more I look to control them
The more my two realities align, I must overcome.
I can’t be numb anymore
For I have crossed another door.
Soon enough the border between sanity and insanity will come crumbling down
What will happen to me then, Would I drown?
Would I stay in one piece?
Would I be at peace?
Only time will tell
The meaning of this hell.