Purple clouds envelop my face

Drifting into my eyes, drying them out

Temporarily blind to the world, I see clearly inside

My thoughts and my mind

Memories, flashing like a slide-show on speed

Silent but deadly

Shouts and cries, a slap on the ass, brought into this world

Laughter and tears from friendships past

Blood on the carpet, in the tub, on my arm

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down cascades of loneliness and longing

Memories.

I am breathing, and dying, my vision returns

Staring down a tunnel, as the pale orange dances

at the end of my fingertips

I remember a face, but I can't place

the name

Is that person I see, that monster, that demon,

that pathetic excuse for human existence,

everything wrong that, that face represents,

Is it me?