334th Post

The cold wind blows.

The rain strikes the flesh.
Like countless tiny pins.

The walls bear the scars.
From unexplained bouts of energetic fury.

Sick of everything.
A losing war that i wage.

A matter of time.
Before all is lost.

And that i am reduced to nothing more than a former shadow.
A mind burnt to ashes.

A river supply.
Depleted of the blood.

A veil of silence blankets over me.
As i stand in the darkest of nights.

Watching.
Pondering.