Light begins to flash
pointing at me with such force
causing me to black out
unable to see
unable to fight
with the feeling of the current
pulling me in every which way
fighting my way out
finding no release
My chest begins to concave
From the weight of the world
Pressing on it
Trying to use the voice I know I have
But it vanishes
Just like the appearance I have
On the world
Conforming to the current finding out who I am
Or more like trying to find out
As there is still no way out
Using my last breath
I fade into abyss
I become … nothing
The writer resides in Vienna.