Envious poisons soak into the pores of your soul
bleeding out all that's good and sane
As sanity slips through your grasping fingers
you cry for help over and over again
But nobody hears you,
no matter how much you howl and cringe in pain
Invisible. Always Invisible.
Looking at your transparent hands, you fade
Deeper and deeper, into the abyss that is your mind.
Into emptiness.