There was a time when I used to puke out words
Fantasy after fantasy after fantasy
Never complete, never realized
But always created
The words stilled as I kept going
Silence filled my fingertips
Noise scrambled my thoughts
Fantasy fading into non-existence
I look back to every small reminder of my memories
Memories I can remember but no longer feel
Memories that held instances of my humanity
Drag paths of myself I try to cling to
Every day I feel myself fading
Losing strips of what constitute my existence
Signs of my joy echo weakly in the void
Scraps of my hopes scrambled at my feet
The mirror shows me a liar
Desperately reaching for a purpose
To leave this life of a husk
A facsimile of what I used to be
