Crescendos of silence

I weep out loud,

Yet no one hears.

For it is my

Sighs and silence

That crescendos

Over noises of insanity.

As all the world watches 

And not sees,

I can feel myself

Loosing myself.

Bit by bit.

Inch by inch.

A molecule of essence

At a time.

Eroded.

Diluted.

Withered

And fallen.

Whisked away 

By ceaseless, undulating

Wisps of reality.

Cleaved - Skinned.

Perforated - Pared.

And yet,

I feel nothing

But nothingness.