Alpha Waves

I sit and try to understand the creeping numbness that has taken hold. It's as if a battalion of microscopic spiders are marching through the neuron pathways. They tear at the gray matter, taking memories and thoughts into fragments to feed their larva. With each piece they take, I feel less, the sharpness of pain dulling.

My heart now beats slower, a more resigned rhythm. My gut, hangs heavy and sluggish, it seems to expand with the weight of this growing discomfort. The colors washed away like a faded photograph. The songs of the birds are silent. Their harmonic tones are no more.

The things I once loved, the dreams and hopes for tomorrow, no longer stir any emotion within me. It's as if a part of me has been removed, leaving behind only a hollow shell. This numbness spreads into my limbs, leeches draining the life from me, drop by drop.

I've come to realize that this poison has been with me since the beginning, a slow drip of toxins administered over a lifetime. I've been drugged since birth, injected with snake venom. Now, my senses dulled, my perceptions altered. The world, once full of motion and sound, now lies still and silent. The vibrations that used to fill the air, reflecting light and life, are gone. In this stillness, I am left easily controlled, an imitation of the person I once was.