So what if the wit,
Falls short of it
I don't mind, some time's..
Expression, regression
...
A scatter of pills,
The time to chill,
Tunnel vision,
Dark visions,
...
What is it like, for us,
Our lives,
Living day to day, not at ten,
More like five,
...
Through the darkness,
Through the clouds,
Nearing the spark,
Let's leave the dark,
...
Standing beside myself
A shadow, a spirit grim,
I see straight through,
A body, once full now dim,
...