When I become passive and unenthusiastic
And my already blackened soul darkens to an even darker shade of black;
When the unknown tears misrepresent my sorrows and my cold sweat is no longer a medal of effort and triumph
When my nails are basically non-existent from my fears eating them away and my hand gets the shake
When people start to have “sympathy” in me and try to understand my tears
When all forms of mental sanity has been terminated, my noggin inside my head but my mind outside my body
People will come and pay tribute to my empty shell, maybe shed a few meaningless tears,
Oh well, its too late now
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
When I become passive and unenthusiastic
And my already blackened soul darkens to an even darker shade of black;
When the unknown tears misrepresent my sorrows and my cold sweat is no longer a medal of effort and triumph
When my nails are basically non-existent from my fears eating them away and my hand gets the shake
When people start to have “sympathy” in me and try to understand my tears
When all forms of mental sanity has been terminated, my noggin inside my head but my mind outside my body
People will come and pay tribute to my empty shell, maybe shed a few meaningless tears,
Oh well, its too late now