Im hearing it all,
Yet still im sitting here thinking,
'Hah! Life? What are you to take mine?!'
But still it plays in my mind how the rusty bridge i cross to get from on day to the next,
Is starting to crumble as slowly and painfully as my mind is breaking.
It does seem to mean that im going insane,
Deing what i want to try to get through a day of my life.
Its not as it seems to me to be that which was mine,
But now its not, it is someone elses, or someTHING elses.
It has no name or shape, and yet it seems to take away from me minamaly.
It chars my soul with te fires of hell,
Yet it gives me the cooling water of the streams to cool me.
It still seems to take,
Though it still does sooth.
It does appear as though im done, but i have no concept of time here i my life,
Im snapping back to take life head on,
Life pushes me to the edge yet i grab it by its gruesomely ugly and spiked tail,
To drag it with me into the spiraling depths of my own despair.
