Breath

I could not see through my eyes, but rather only see myself, as if from a panning camera's point of view. I was confused, lost even. My environment was cloaked in black, causing whatever may be there to be lost in shadow.
I saw my hands raised to my eyes to look at them, when suddenly my back was arched almost impossibly as my mouth gaped open. My breath was leaving my body. Slowly did it leave, however, giving me time to watch myself crumple from the loss of it. It hissed and weaved when it was exposed to the environment.
No longer was my vision from an observer-like perspective. I stared at my breath leaving, and watched it take colors and forms. I saw a vast array of colors, each one representing a feeling from past memories. I could see images fading out into gray the farther it escaped my body. I felt horrendous pain from the ghastly event, but could feel it too fading away the longer it unfolded. I could sense warmth accompanying the Breath, leaving with it, abandoning my flesh.
When all the colors of the rainbow had faded off into my Shadow Surroundings, when all the warmth my heart could provide had left, I collapsed unto my knees. Slouched over, I stared at the floor, unsure of what to do next. I tried to raise my arms but could no longer feel them. I no longer felt any part of myself.
I crawled for a few minutes, and found a puddle to greet my hands. I lured my face to it, to see the reflection.
I could no longer discern the glint in my eyes. I could no longer figure out if I was looking at a man, or a monster. All I could figure out, was that I wanted my Breath back.

Depth

My foot dangled over the edge of the cliff I stood upon. My other wasa keeping me safe, but my mind was wandering, wondering. As I stared at the abyss below I could see shapes, forms, moving within the black sea, beckoning me to join their entourage. I could hear their whispers, their truths of reality:
Alone. Unfixable. Deceitful. Monster.
They painted pictures within the Abyssal Sea, a shadow play of sorts. They showed me couples surrounding me, smiling, happy with their significant other. They showed me standing there, alone.
They showed me older, in a room to myself, strapped to a gurney, rambling incessantly as drugs were administered.
They showed me hiding inside a bathroom, taking care not to make noise as I sawed at my throat and wrists over a sink. Washing the blood from the sink I would stumble.
Broken. Idiotic. Immature. Childish.
I breathed in heavily as I instead looked up to the sky now, only to see it was rapidly becoming dusk. Lights were popping with life around me in the distance. I could almost see the families making dinner, sharing laughter amongst each other. Could almost see the joy resonating off each bulb of light.
I looked down once more at the writhing mass that oozed before me, with one of my feet hovering over it. The Abyssal Mass formed a set of hands out of each other, as if to insinuate that it would catch me. I was not foolish enough to expect it to. I closed my eyes and remembered the images it had painted for me, the little truths that I could find no falsehood in.

I painted my own picture. I saw my chest being dipped in ice, freezing instantaneously. I saw my limbs thrown to a pack of wild animals. I saw my cranium being beat upon by a sledgehammer, pounded into an image similar to ground beef, by an unrecognizable hand.
Feeling a cold wind surge throughout my very skeletal structure, I took in one more deep breath, and finally began to fall.

Althought He was surrounded by lights, none could show him back to the Path.