awoken just to die
I drove myself mad not long agoŚ
Chasing rabbits so abundant they became a plague.
A wave of my own terrible wonderland swallowed me whole,
Now the taunting approach of complacency seeps in with age.
I talk to myself in spurts;
I've forgotten my reason and rhyme.
There's a hum in my soul somewhere down deep
That aches for healing, but survival mode leaves no time.
There's a dead zone in my heart
And a darkness cloaking my soul.
I'm pushing onward with the delirious
Amble of a famished madman down a busy road.
I see angels and signs all around,
But my heart walks outside my chest.
Me, I am alone in myself
With no where left to run, no healing to give me rest.