Dead Echoes

As a cloud of joy and Euphoria
           Dissipates into nothingness,
i no longer wonder how to begin to tell you, and
Dead echoes of silent possibilities
       Begin to inhabit my mind and deafen my soul.

On a whim,
          You ask if I am alright
                    --I skirt around the truth--

Darkness revisits
      and walks with me a while;
Laughing with me as if we are old friends,
And,
Diabolically, laughing at me as if we were old rivals,
--mine is a nervous laugh--

Darkness and i,
            have been through much together, the
Candor does not bother me as it should.
The shadow of disbelief is pushing me over
           The threshold of numbness, with naught but
Darkness by my side.

There is no aggrandization,
There is not a single smile that is real today,
There is no nothing, save for bewilderment
Among the dead echoes;
...this existence is simply gone.