So confused,
In my state,
Of hollow despair,
Who are we,
To judge,
Or claim insight,
Into the minds,
Of others,
When we do not know,
Our own

I wake from emptiness,
Another day awaiting,
Pulling me from dreamlessness,
But this is not,
Just another day,
It it the day,
The one where the phone,
Screams from the wall,
And the voice,
Over the humming of static,
Whispers the words,
I've dreaded for so long,
It is that phone call,
It is that day,
That I wake to,
The day when existence,
Is aimless,
And tears accompany,
The morning rain,
Full of sorrow and regret,
All the while,
Hopelessness comsumes me,
As I think of all the words,
I never said,
And pray,
That the cruel sun,
Will have the decency,
To remain hidden,
Behind the clouds

I wrap my arms,
Tightly around,
My empty, shaking self,
Struggling to breathe,
Aching,
Inside and out,
So desperate,
For his promise,
And Death's mercy

As usual I'm unsure,
If all he is,
Are good intentions,
Laced around the temptation,
Of curiousity,
Could there be a dark side?
The thought of such,
A delicate evil,
Revives hopeful nausea,
And the consequence,
Overwhelmes me

The rumours,
Consume my confidence,
And my faith,
Collapses,
Along with my reasons,
To live

Time passes me by,
A little too fast,
A little too slow,
All my efforts,
Half-hearted,
Because I don't know,
Who I am,
Anymore

Wrapping my arms,
Around the emptiness,
That is your shadow,
You are far away,
As he is fading,
Everything falls,
Slipping through my fingers,
And shattering around me,
But all I can do,
Is stare