Feb 2016
"I can't do it"
"what do I do?"
"I can't do it!"
"what do I do?!"
Six days of these words being murmered from my mouth
Asking nobody really but myself.
I know there is no answer to my question,
Its a neurotic state of desperation I feel
And I have no guide to show me the way out of the darkness that is consuming me.
It will get worse no matter what happens
Such is the abyss that I'm relapsing into, the joy of the stinging.
I will not stop until I've cut out the sickness
But I often feel as though I'm trying to bail water from a sinking ship.
A good captain always goes down with his ship
I'm just not ready to accept that I'll drown.
I want to be indifferent to the issue but I can't, so I'll just keep bailing until I submerge beyond reprise.
*there is no reprieve here
"what do I do?"
"I can't do it!"
"what do I do?!"
Six days of these words being murmered from my mouth
Asking nobody really but myself.
I know there is no answer to my question,
Its a neurotic state of desperation I feel
And I have no guide to show me the way out of the darkness that is consuming me.
It will get worse no matter what happens
Such is the abyss that I'm relapsing into, the joy of the stinging.
I will not stop until I've cut out the sickness
But I often feel as though I'm trying to bail water from a sinking ship.
A good captain always goes down with his ship
I'm just not ready to accept that I'll drown.
I want to be indifferent to the issue but I can't, so I'll just keep bailing until I submerge beyond reprise.
*there is no reprieve here
