Ripped from the Cocoon of False Security, I'm drowning in Futility as My Dreams swiftly Fade into The Void

The oceanís flipped, itís plummeting from the sky;

The Earth keeps turning, but itís burning all while I

Smile at knives aní medicine but fight it knowing thatís not me. Shut up! Thatís not me!

This ainít the way kid, thatís not how you get free.

Yet I suffocate nonetheless as my brain becomes scrambled eggs,

Searching desperately for any ideas ó whatever dregs

I can grasp as my fingers fall through the silky, loose threads

While I quickly descend into the abyss a dozen parsecs from bliss.


No matter the effort, my sleepless attempts are in fucking vain

But nothingíll become better by causing or ending pain.


I feel on the brink but dunno when Iíll crack and finally fall insane.

Iím exhausted beyond belief and running low on hope

But despite my searing grief, I must find a way to cope.

I may not find relief soon yet mustnít lose my head;

It ainít helping no-one if mah weak arse ends-up dead.


Ah jusí wanna sleep it off, leíme forget about it, leave it for the future,

But procrastinationís a muscular bitch, so itís better to give a shot;

Ahíve had it too easy up to now and lifeís finally tossed me outta the cot.

Even though mah prospects seem now grim Ah must continue the struggle ó

I only hope in end Ahíll be able to push through all the rubble.
Written by Narocia (Tesana)
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