helpful yet harmful
to end and to be contented
to escape the reality
then meet heavens, that is fantasy

to unlive and to leave
to unlive your life but to leave me hanging on you tight
to help and to harm
help yourself vanish, harm everyone else in anguish

there's a Funeral in my Brain,
I think i am going insane
The Mourners went to and fro
Not knowing where to go
While the mourned stay and flow
having no where else to go
Some Kept threading through the holes in the walls
The holes in me brain
The sense was gone
like a Drum
They started beating and beating
till I thought My mind was going numb
And then I heard them break the wall
And crack across my Soul
With the blood seeping through
The Space began to toll,
Growing heavy on my soul
A ringing started
And i all started to fade
The bright light was going away
The Wrecked, solitary, was back
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped, down, and down
And hit the floor,
It didn't work
The light is gone and i'm still here
Still wanting to disappear