My mind hath been stricken ill with your intoxicating spice
I still struggle to breathe as your gravity was crushing my life
I feel like I'm wearing a strangers skin,
I'm an anomaly to my kin.
Forever waiting, forging, lurking through unknown darkness
As the darkness grows I retreat into my personal ebbis
I scan the skies for an answer, why do I still search the night
Searching the great cosmos for a glimpse of her light
I have finally hit a wall, alone, scared, and embraced by nothingness.
Experience existential doubt before breakfast, checked off my to-do list.