Flavour of pain

Insipid, inanimate,
it seeps through,
filling my world,
a silent nausea,
a desire of death,
empty nothingness,
echoes through my hollow head.

It does not rush,
languidly swirls,
through my vision my breath,
a known silence,
an eternal truth,
so willingly I surrender.

It comforts and caresses,
my blunt senses,
taking away desire,
destroying hope,
it flows and ebbs,
it waits and calls.

Thanatos, Thanatos,
I wearily invoke,
my voice frays,
and goes to dust,
I crawl in me,
cocoon and wait.

I's a trance, it's a trance;
something laughs,
the twilight dims,
in a surreal world,
I pinch myself,
and pinch again.

I don't want to go,
I'm still, - apoplexed,
no voices I hear,
from the dream world,
speck by speck I breathe and savour,
the flavour of pain....