Abundance of darkness

In this place full of demons,

Following through me like a river,

I’ve been struggling,

Hallucinating,

Just to try and see things clearer,

But there’s no light.

On the top of the mountain,

Feeling my feet up against the edge,

I wouldn’t feel myself fall,

If I took a step off this edge,

But I could try.

Abundance of forest,

That I’m racing through,

But there seems to be no end,

No finishing line,

Just true,

Darkness.

A haunted voice,

That races through my head,

Is it my self consciousness,

Or the fear of what I’ve just said?

I don’t know.

Nothing seems real,

And nothing seems sure,

Just obstacles, illusions.

A twisted metaphor.

Am I just imagining them around,

For,

The sake of it?

I feel so detached,

But I’m attracted to the feeling,

My eyes open wide,

Glancing at the ceiling,

Is this my world?

Maybe in a normal, nuclear space,

I’d struggle to survive,

But in my own world,

I’m on top,

If I may put it that way.

There is no beginning,

Nor is there an end,

But I have all these thoughts,

That I can’t comprehend,

So I’ll just,

Pretend.