The fog is building
      Shrouding my mind
   I can feel it squeezing it's was through the open crevasses of my blank thoughts
Pushing and prying
      The numbness intensifying
         My insides are dying
           Outside I'm crying
              It looks all too familiar
            Red flags rise
           My presence isn't welcomed
         Escape is but a religion
       So I pray
         To relieve me from my stay
            But I know I'll be back again some
              day.