Slipping into madness
A quicksand of emotion
Here it goes
My legs are being brought down through an endless motion
of the same moments repeating themeselves like broken records
People move their lips
Nothing meaningful ever comes out
Meanlingless efforts
Through me a line
instead of some words
the only solution
instead of some enrgies of sympathy
Totally absurd
Death comes to those who allow dispair to win
However, true, that is
I am battling despair's army
I'm always shouting
However, my cries in need of applied help
Always semm to go unheard.