I feel like I'm floating barely conscious through my own life, as if the Earth and I revolve in oposite directions, and her gravity is starting to fail.
I am a cloud of subconscious meandering, euthanizing emotion and devouring delight.
Unseen I gather no attention, screaming inside and flailing furiously against the walls of my hollow mind.
Stared upon with glassy eyes and lifeless smiles.
Awestruck by my own apathy, I am too tired to fight, too tired to flee.
Frozen from the bitter winds of lost extacy, lost hope.
I hover hauntingly, daunted by the shadow of my sins.
Delicate sheer curtains dance upon an unfeeling breeze.
And eons pass beyond my grasp.
Trapped by my ineptitude and my impatience.
I am alone again.
Statuesque I stand, while briefcase men jostle past, never looking up from their morning papers.
I feel as though I am floating above myself, slowly drifting into the skies, eroded effortlessly by a cruel wind. And now I drift, less than what I was, above the realms I knew. Gravity holds no sway.....
I am a cloud of subconscious meandering, euthanizing emotion and devouring delight.
Unseen I gather no attention, screaming inside and flailing furiously against the walls of my hollow mind.
Stared upon with glassy eyes and lifeless smiles.
Awestruck by my own apathy, I am too tired to fight, too tired to flee.
Frozen from the bitter winds of lost extacy, lost hope.
I hover hauntingly, daunted by the shadow of my sins.
Delicate sheer curtains dance upon an unfeeling breeze.
And eons pass beyond my grasp.
Trapped by my ineptitude and my impatience.
I am alone again.
Statuesque I stand, while briefcase men jostle past, never looking up from their morning papers.
I feel as though I am floating above myself, slowly drifting into the skies, eroded effortlessly by a cruel wind. And now I drift, less than what I was, above the realms I knew. Gravity holds no sway.....