My anxiety followed

All of this life

Leaving trails

Of regret

I’ve know so little

Beyond this broken brain

Before the embrace of light

Came to me in the night

As I fed myself

What I desired

Felt myself slipping

Blade in hand falling

Oblivion calling

Now I rest

Anxiety dead

I’m no longer tired

Cutting knife

Flash of steel

Once to deep

Final whispers wandered

Away without a care.