crumbling
Have you ever felt like you were just falling apart, one piece at a time?
And the pieces that fell from you crumble as soon as it left you, and not just crumble into some minute pieces of matter, of substance but into a void, like the particles themselves were tired of this state of existence and were waiting for a chance to reach into obscurity, chaos, nothingness....
One small piece at a time it goes, a giant darkness made of nothing and blood and pain and numbness taking mouthfuls at a time away from your being and you don't even realize it except for the sharp, aching feeling of missing something vital....


