I feel such terrible distress Like I lost something as precious As my purpose. All the screams and darkness Swooping over me and drowning my senses Fear is senseless And reckless. Fear is helpless So painful it’s painless. So dark It blinds me with its brightness.
This world goes in circles And repeats cycles And I’m stuck in the middle As I cry in my comfortable cradle Because I am blessed to point out that my only curse Is having to feel And live a life so real It haunts me in my sleep And seeps into my dreams. And buries me in a grave.
Why do I cry for the future? The present is a cloud And fate is the wind And I try to find my silhouette Reflected within.
I revel in this collective fearful consciousness. I revel in this confused toxicity and if this isn’t telling Then I should be yelling.