Slowly but surely I feel my Sanity slip right through my fingers
Lack of sleep and things to do draw me to my darkest places.
I am afraid, and it draws me deeper into myself
everything around me is changing, even now colors bleed.
Was that sound real or imaginary?
The further I draw into my mind the more I know,
this knowledge of myself is too much.
I am not depressed, I just know the meaning of the void,
the void just consumes and we are left alone.
I have seen the man in the mirror, is he a friend?
The tv flickers, and I am mildly entertained
the music plays and I could care even less.
Scream for me so I know I am real,
and yet my voice is constrained.
Is today the past, present, or the future?
