Blink once, blink twice*
The grey it stirs,
as my vision, my mind
my memories blur.

Is it possible for emptiness to move?
Because I can feel it spreading
turning everything blue.

Crawling from my stomach, to my fingertips,
but those honest words
will never grace my lips.

I try to listen, that I'm still alive,
but it feels as though
all of me has died.

Now it seems hard, but maybe in time
I will finally get a grasp
on my wandering mind.

I am trying, dying, everyday
but if I stick around
I might just find my way.