It has always just been me,
Facing the night that goes on and on,
The heart of frost, an eternal winter,
Wall of silence left unpierced.
In my mind I fall inwards,
Drifting inside further away,
Spiralling, twisting vertigo,
Reality torn asunder.
I have lost the hold on me,
Going under the surreal waters,
An ocean of sorrow, a lake of tears,
Drowning in this sea of despair.
I fathom those that are real,
I fathom those that are not,
This is my invitation to me,
Into my delirium,
Into my dementia,
I shall be be swept with my friend of misery.
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