When your body betrays
You are cut to the bone.
For that which is the most
Physical and obvious
Symbol of who you are
Is now trying to kill itself.
Perhaps it is but a misguided
Attempt at salvation,
But all the same
The terror remains.

My heart is lead,
As if burning a hole
Slowly but surely
Both out from my chest
And down through me.
I can finally breathe again,
The rhythms reset
To ones that sustain life.
My legs can hold my weight.

Only my mind is left,
The last stand of torment
And pain.

The night wears on.

I am still awake.