My head’s a mess,
my life’s a mess,
didn’t you hear?
my Grandfather’s been put to rest.
I’m tired and cold
I constantly feel alone
I feel less like
Myself
slowly creeping back into a deep, dark hole
the more I think
the more I disappear.
Everyone has become mundane
their Madness, moreso.
Constantly dazed, forever in a trance…
… it’s as if a part of me died too and now I’m not altogether Here.
