disharmony.

sometimes, i lose consciousness...

and i see you slipping away
as i fall into the pool of colour drenching me
and snuffing life into me,
a charcoal sketch on a white canvas.

and i look around
and i notice that i have limbs
and a head
and eyes
and a gut.
i am human, perhaps,
but far from it.

i am singing
a song without words
or a tune.
you hear me.
you,
sitting a few light years away,
at the edge of reason
ready to take the plunge
to give me company,
smell the selfsame air of sweet nothingness
that makes its way
through my nostrils.

they seem so far away
spiralling out of reach...