There's this light thats been flashing for the last couple days.
I can't figure out what it is and I've checked every switch within reach.
The last porcelian figure is casting a shadow on the wall
Slowly twirling in mechanical grace in the crimson sunset shades.
It's so solitary on its pedistal dancing to an unheard song.
I'd like to think that I'm not alone,
And some days it gets a little better,
But it always comes back a little worse than before.
Someday maybe it'll be gone and I'll be able to think.
Sometimes clarity can be a good thing;
But other times deadly.

I'm sick of arguing about what isn't real
And I am changing every day.
I feel it in my blood and bones,
Coursing through my veins.
I like the way this all feels,
New and open and free.
I still care, just not so much,
And the numbness comforts me.