Slipping, falling, plummeting, head first,
off a steep precipice, into a deep trench,
toward a jagged bottom, away from reality.
Slowly, steadily, advancing, face first,
into the problem, straight toward the end,
bypassing any solution, pushed over that line.
How can a person feel it? How can you see that black,
pulsating thing hanging over your shoulder?
How can you suspect such a silent creature?
It pushes you micrometer by micrometer. Barely
enough to tell. You are a frog in a pot of water,
and ever so slowly, the heat increases and you,
you remain unaware until it is too late.
Insanity: the silent killer, Insanity: the hidden
trap, Insanity: the invisible escape.
I sink, settle toward the bottom, fall away,
into darkness, fall, fall, fall
down into the deep...
down into nothingness
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