APATHETIC SUBSTANCE


Is there a second chance?
Is there no more time to show?
Is it just too late for changes?

I've lost the path to anything
I've lost the adolescent care
Where is it that I run to?
Where is it that I hide?

Walking out on a ledge
Until the dead end greets me coldly
Beckoning me to step over
My mind is far behind me
Calling me back home

An empty cupboard is all that I have left
I'm alone without my beliefs to calm me
Gone is the understanding
I've been left crumbling to the ground
Yet I'm too vague to notice

My tears are forming into an ocean
And my thoughts are in the slipstream
Creative ideas and chances to build
Collapse under the weight of insanity

I cry at night, even if its day
I know what I am thinking
But can't comprehend your words
For with perfect eyes
I'm struck down and too blind to see

The walls around me tear wide open
To show me what I cannot have
My feet stay strapped to my apathy
And nothing I can find

With disinterest to understand this world
I give away my mind
I keep directing my own movie
But I myself have lost the plot
Nothing remains
My dementia comforts me
My loss stands by my side
And comforts the pieces of my shattered pride


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