I sit here 
tangled
amongst my own self-doubts,
the knots too complex,
the threads too strong.

A recording keeps echoing
through my veins
and I see the colours jerk
with my pulse.

You are the 
framework
that allows me to stand,
that lends me 
endurance
in a whirlwind of 
weakness.

You are my secret.

Abilities shatter
and pieces cut deep
down to the
bone
and I bleed,
I bleed,
I bleed.

Shards of self-loathing
that wedge 
amongst my arteries.

A simple shadow
of unadulterated
darkness.