Thousands of wasted words, millions of misinterpreted miscommunications; progress is slowing.
A delayed reaction has caused a momentary lapse.
All of this feels like a nightmare I can't escape, caught between the realms of sleep and bad reality that has left me trapped under ice.
And I'm drowning and fighting for air to survive, with nowhere to go.
I feel the water fill my lungs and take me into its arms.
I never thought I would end, I never thought I could die like this.
I refuse to look into the light - no - I will not die like this.
What did you expect?
This is not a dream, but a thought.
Death will come to me on my own terms.