Connected To The Disconnect

Grim grabs hold the spring  
strangling with a fervor  
as I grasp for another breath  
drugged and dragged  
six feet deep below  
 
Infected, I'm connected  
to the disconnect  
the treacherous and mundane  
a world's gone insane  
 
Astray, I wander in the wonders  
of an ever deciphering mind  
running out of time  
and patience  
 
Never at ease, thoughts freeze  
as pieces of me  
crack and crumble  
in this dismay called hell  
 
All my senses yell but I can tell  
nothing matters in this scheme  
running in a quick sand dream  
as the grains slip quickly by  
 
Trumpets call out under a grey sky  
solemnly veiled, another mother cries