Jagged Pieces of a Mismatched Set of Puzzle Pieces

Adventurous dreams,

Swirling emotions.

I reach out and touch them.

They smear across my hands,

Wet paint bleeding in water.

My thoughts are consumed.

My function is numbed.

My body is stolen.

I am lost.

The swirls become a maze of not connected walls.

I walk and turn endlessly,

Corners and corners,

Rising up to meet my face as I trip and fall,

And stumble.

Carniverous, starving things,

Follow behind,

Feeding on confusion.

I fall for the final time.

I lie face down in mud of lost identity.

I can't move.

A bone deep exhaustion fills my awareness.

The things are reaching me.

They are reaching down.

They are tearig me apart.

Suddenly, I can feel again.

I am terror.

I am trying to scramble away, but I am held back.

I am stuck.

I am out of control.

I have no control.

Trying to get away,

To part the curtains of confusion.

I am kicking and screaming,

Drowing,

Choking on mud.

I can feel nothing.

I am dead.

Floating in a void.

Consumed,

Once again.