Why am I here,
what is there to gain?
What should I do or
can I do to stay at least a little sane.
It is eating, it is tearing
me apart, I started learning,
how this world is so concerning,
how people, educated and mature,
seem infected, lacking of a cure.
Madness is worming through,
making holes, drenched in goo.
Reality is slipping, dripping slowly, so unfair,
into my life, making itself known and me aware.
I stare in mirrors, at the endless void,
into my own eyes in low dim light, I stumble,
living life, waiting to see it crumble,
I'm here to suffer and in the end,
finally, just to be destroyed.
I'm having a rough time. Yet relatively speaking, I'm doing just fine.