sinking deeper and deeper
into a pit of despair
feelings of hopelessness
dreading uselessness
actions of isolation
thoughts of abandonment
if only it could be as simple
like walking is for a cripple
undeniably urgent tasks
procrastination until surrender
deep is the shadow cast
forward across the landscape
ever darkening my path
the light dims and grows
what is this fuel that drives me
what is the reason for everything
nothing seems clear here
here under my storm of thoughts and noughts
will i find a way to a better day
will i lay down and give in instead of livin'
i don't know what i want
i don't know who i am
i don't know what this is
and i don't know what you want
these views as obscured
as the fun-house mirrors
nothing is what it seems
there is a deadly undertone to it all
the reasoning escapes me so
does the will to start the motion(notion)
how do you get to the end
when it already feels over before
the beginning has a chance to begin
time will tell, tell what?
it's only a matter of time
this is as good as it gets
yet, something is still not fine
if only the strength to get through these fits
slowly spiral into the void
going nowhere faster than light
light travels through dark
dark is the ultimate being
how fast does darkness travel?
it doesn't have to,
because it is already there
it's everywhere
it's everything
it's being
it's believing
it is the ultimate state
it is the background noise
it is the background radiation
as we fight to keep it at bay
delve deeper to light the way
the goal is to snuff out the bright
too much light and
the true nature is revealed
when skeletons walk out of closets
when whatever comes crawling back
out from under the rug
follows you to your safe space
watches you in your seclusion
waits for you to become weak
weak enough to put out that flame
return to the core
the essence of the universe
pure unadulterated chaos
chaos shaping the narrative
i want to say it's imperative
but alas, none of this matters
when the inevitable is evitable
pushing through the haze
to see what can be seen
wandering in this endless maze
consuming consumption customer
what else are we really?
the want
the desire
overtakes necessities
the burden
the guilt
weighs infinitely
this time
the way
can't be seen easily
the emotions too strong
it won't take too long
to drift off slowly back to where i belong
in the dark
in the abyss
the angels hark
the endless bliss
perfectly dark
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