I hate myself for all the years I’ve wasted
Toxic clouds of regret for all the fears I’ve tasted
Symbols and lines that lash, vines or rhymes
So many indecipherable tries and lies
Or visions of my own demise
A recluse in my own mind, alive
So much time I’ve spent counting the hours that I’m breathing
Barely able to surmise, an inaudible sunrise
Or the cries of surprise, when I smell the truth
Of all these highs, as I rise
A glimpse, of another sleepless night
A hypnotic glimmer or an optical shimmer
A moment of peace, as I slip
Into that right, state of emptiness