weary of my wits
I try to get better
not to become hollow
as what I\'ve despised
I walk up the hills
only to slip off again
a perpetual hell
of never breathing free
is this a moment to accept
my fate?
everything I\'ve worked on?
all the voices who had kept me going
all lost and distant now, abandoned
somewhere across the world
like spiders crawling all over me
the drug of the modern era
consumed by everything mindlessly
I am going blind, I am going blind
I crawl to ever catch what was lost
that sense of being conscious
of being alive
raining on dry leaves
falling down, falling down
time is moving on, and I am not
there isn\'t enough to think and write
when its always staring behind my eyes
longing for me, slithering to me
I accept this fate
cut off my arms, slit my throat
burn me to ashes
or drown me down the river
sell my body to the black market
I am all yours, demon
devour me whole
or maybe not.