Brooding over thoughts is abysmal
Whether it's past, present or future
You contemplate,
the notion of Life itself
Your existence,
what makes you alive and
what it takes to strive
But to be submerged in an ocean of thoughts
Is dreadful.

You ponder the whole concept of
God and mankind
and mysteriously wonder God's plan.
What's sun, moon and stars?
What's earth? And who cares if it's round or flat.
Who cares about outer space when
you're beneath drowning at sea level,
caught amidst the tremors of morrow
And what's tomorrow
if you're unsure?
Life's short.
Nonetheless, you're here
Still breathing under water.

Waking up is terrible.
You cling to the monotony of day and night.
The clock that strikes twice on a faded wall, unnoticed.
The long curtains coated in dust.
You convince yourself
there's no time
just like your dead lover
who drew paths away
declaring time doesn't equal you.

By now you know the
edges of loneliness that comforts you.
You call it home,
the graveyard of your sorrows.
And when you exhume,
a cadaverous grim figure sneers back at you.
It crawls behind your back like a shadow.

It's maddening,
to travel in never ending train of thoughts.
You can't arrive at destination
when you've mastered multiple personalities.
Silence no longer creeps when thoughts are loud.
And thoughts, your only companion
But to be consumed by thoughts is excruciating.

Where does it end
all your impending thoughts?
Hung on nihilism,
you sigh over the sign of wisdom
Or is it insanity?  

Anyways,

It stays,
It lingers,
and the only thought that rings
with deafening alarm
"I'm thinking of ending things".