372nd Post

Blowing off the dust.

The mind awakens.

By time.

But with each tick of the clock.
The grim reaper is one step closer.

How soon.
I will never know.

I could be here today.
But gone the next day.

Suppressed thoughts.
Now also awaken.
 Driving one to the brink of the edge.

The voices i hear in my head.
Are encouraging me to finish it.

Everyday is a war.

Perhaps one day.
I will succumb to the voices.

And finish it.