I cut, I rip, I tear, I burn

         The answers to questions

                 For which I still yearn

 

There is nothing left here

For me to fear

              Except what is deep inside

              This darkened, twisted mind

 

        The hallways stretch and contort

     As I give all my effort

  To stay awake

Alive

 

I’d sooner die than admit my strife

To any of those who have given me life

      The whirlwind of the moment

      Sweeps me away

         Down into the cellars

Where I shall not obey

 

Their calls their pleads

Their exponential screams

My head is burning and I am still not learning

There is something wrong with me

 

I squeak

      Gently speak

          With breaking tone and loss of ambition

      This was never supposed to be my mission

 

It’s time to talk