Shattered Memories

These shattered Memories I hold

Are only Fragments of the things that I truly remember.

For as of now, nothing feels real

It's as if I'm in a paradox of time and space

Where nothing is true, yet it all brings me to my final fate.

Alas, I shall reign down upon this sickeness

And defeat it with every ounce of humanized being

That I still contain in my damaged soul.

So that I may allow this physical form to finally be happy,

But also to disable the mind from thinking it needs death.

I've found my problem,

And I'm My Own Demise.