CATATONIA

 
I can feel it approaching;
The sun-baked gaze of sun-bright eyes,

That sorry-stung of a dove
Whose love is turned cold

I can feel it approaching;
My tear-itchy eyes are knocking,

Praying never to see that move
Of gnashing teeth and dreadful fold

I can feel it approaching;
When my prison shall know no beep

And ring no glory of endeared thoughts,
Whose stench shall wear a burning smile

I can feel it approaching;
When I can nolonger look into the sun,

Your warmth, now a blazing flame
Burning, walking off our fame

I can feel it approaching;
Endless roads of no interest

Pointed at me, knowing I have to move,
But how can I when I'm maimed?

I can feel it approaching;
What I use to fear most

The very reason why heaven is silent
Maybe if they had listen a bit longer.

I can feel it approaching;
When blindness shall fill your tracks,

Even the dots you left behind,
Time is already threatening to erase.

I can feel it approaching;
The earth is dying,

The stars are falling,
Gravity is dying, I'm swooning...

I can feel it approaching;
Cold feet, through empty rooms, walking

Darkness crawling in, my hands shiver,
I wonder why the sun can't shine forever!