Slipping into nothingness,

I think about you often,

Must be some kind of-sickness,

Pain never seems to soften,

It lingers still, hauntingly,

Looming over so faintly,

Coating all things dauntingly,

And even more so lately.

Seems like a dream diluting,

My sanity still gripping,

All common sense refuting,

I feel myself still slipping.