A Torrent of Ills

Avert my eyes to prevent the falling
Some things should not be seen
And if I dare glance
The quickening travels swiftly
To take leave of my senses
Excess in place of sleep
Cathartic
Still, yet restless amidst this elucidation
The red mist contorts, distorts
Blasting through my mind
Destroying all rational thought
Reflections of dissolution
A malevolent labyrinth
Spurious, blinding
Unforgiving reality
This fantastic chaos that contains everything the mind could imagine
But mostly would not care to see
Merely breathing
Searching for that elusive purpose that drives us
But we know not where
Time will eventually scrub me from existence
And I will never have known it