Transfixed by my own gaze,
I see not who I am, but what I have become.
unhappy with this site, I caring on in a daze
What I see makes me feel dumb.
I am concerned with where my mind has gone
darkness has overcome
isolated from the world and everyone
I’ve passed the feeling of being numb
Unmoved by beauty, I lost my sight
the eerie feeling of being what you dislike.
In the darkness there is no light.
The ground is made up of my own broken bone
I will find a way out, sadly, I always have to do it alone.
For I trust not one with my vulnerable soul,
I struggle in a river of sickness as the current is stout.
Though I am alone, I must not be fearful, for the eaters of
the flesh will seek it out.