Realms

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.