Keep seaching

I am waiting for my blood to drain from my body.
I am waiting for the blackness to cover my eyes.
I am waiting for the cloud to lift so I can see, so I can breathe, so I
can feel again, but I know the cloud is here to stay.
I have lost my mind in reality and am condemned to fantasy.
I search, I wait, and I die every night.
Sleep is a dream and my dreams are memories. Nothing is real in my
world.
How can I forget the past when I can't remember yesterday?
How can I plan for the future when the present is so far away?
I am waiting for impurity, but I know I was never pure.
I wait for death, but suffer my life.
Years pass and I wait, I wait for my heart to stop beating, my legs to
buckle my brain to stop and the perfection of death.