conscious fades...

all that's left is the bitter gloom of my pushed back thoughts, about that knife when cutting strawberries, that balcony I looked out over, that car on the edge of the cliff

all that's left are the worries of my reality, my father, my mother, my partner and my past

all that's left are the
twisted dreams
alternate realities
things that never happened
or could have been
the past
present
future

all that's left is the little sliver of the man in the moon tonight, all that's left is broken him

and broken me.