my feet are heavy trying to touch the ground
my skin, a vessel of which i doubt
my heart, empty as it floats in the breeze
my soul embarks in a darkness, only i can see

left and right and right and left
nothing is, nothing is felt
up and down and down and up
nothing is, nothing is felt

i hate looking in the mirror
cause everytime i do, i see a stranger
I’m losing my mind, i don’t know anymore
a tepid face with a manic laughter
falling infinitely into a black hole

front and back and back and front
nothing is, nothing is felt
in and out and out and in
nothing is, nothing is felt

i am not myself, i am not myself
for nothing is, nothing is felt

it eats away, it eats away
my decomposing mind,
the dead of my soul
breaking down what was
i feel its mouth digging into my skin
burrowing itself in my rotting flesh
as days and days go by
until it has consumed all of me,
surrendering to what was meant to be
and suffering for what i could have done.