It's days like this that can end lives.
More or less, I've felt alone;
my mind, a city of homeless dreams,
ripped apart and no one knows.
The lock on the broken door,
the creature living on the floor,
eternal sleep, eternal bliss.
If I could remember how to smile...
so weak but wearing my strongest face,
a bearing grin, a sorry heart;
my weapon against all, my last respect...
my deepest weakness.
How to not be caught in this disturbance?
I'm caught between lines:
to die or not to die?
The last of what we fear to ask.
A cry, a tear holds no sympathy.
My fears are true, it's all on me.
No pressure to move along the lifeline,
ruptured soul and punctured mind.
I wouldn't know the difference anymore.