Disconnected
Deep in contemplation
Today turns to tomorrow
Connected by a string
Waiting to be broken
By hate
My apathy becomes a weapon
Plunged into my back
My own hands are stained
With flesh and bone
Digging deeper into the core
Of despair
Filled up with clutter
Until there's nothing left
I would listen to my heart
If it beats loud enough
To wake me from my stupor