And somewhere in the back of my mind,
my brain submits its resignation,
my nerve-ends brittle with the accumulation
of chemical substance and pain,
my eyelids locked,
in defiance of the sun's prying fingers,
my senses back in their cradle
of infancy,
yearning for the womb they just departed
and panicking at the prospect of life.
Events like runaway waterfalls,
drowning the sounds of approaching doom,
drawing a barely symmetrical line of light,
the start obscure,
and the end so evident,
I chose eternal starvation and slumber.
