Volatile Melancholia

water runs past cracked glass,

with droplets splintering after each intrusion.

one by one.

i come undone.

face warped with each illusion.

a reflection stares back at me,

i breathe with an unsteady heartbeat.

each time i take a breath,

i kill myself with my own deceit.

i come undone.

one by one.

laying in the blood of my deceit,

dripping down my arm as i self-complete.

i don’t know what is real or illusive.

maybe i’ll stay another night in bed,

my thoughts intrusive.