in. My. image.

I become conscious.

My brain feels like mush.

My thoughts collide and blur,

Until that sweet sweet haze,

My mindless oblivion,

Decides to reclaim its throne.

Atop my head

A crown of thorns 

A severed head 

Detached from a body 

I am untouchable 

I am unbreakable 

For theres nothing left.

I am. 

Divine.