It's been days with no one to talk too,
I've shed out all the light from my very bones,
though I'm surrounded by son I still cant feel anything but the darkness,
I feel consumed.

But by something I cant figure out,

which is myself.

Myself is a confused stray, staring into the window of a life I can easily touch but cant feel at the moment.
    I have options,
But nothing I can grasp by the soul and use to wake me up.

So I sit here perched with a lit cigarette attempting to carry on and pretend I know what I'm doing.

But little do you know I'm bonkers.