Darkness
H.
Questions…questions…there are so many damn questions.
I'm sick of looking for answers for which there are none.Overwhelmed? Why, yes, how nice of you to ask -
Oh, wait, that wasn't you, just the voices in my head.Freedom, sweet freedom, lay down your sweet head -
So I can chop it off and you'll soon be dead.Surprised by what it is I hide?
Why? Why? Did you ever care to look inside?The world is changing! Look to each side.
Am I rearranging the things you hold high?The lights are dimming, depression is near…
keep holding on, I can smell your fear.Marching alone with no single thought-
must be a gift, dumbness, the whole lot.Madness takes its toll and being we can't duck it -
I guess we'll just fuck it and kick the bucket.Darkness? Maybe. Who knows?
I'm still counting my fingers and toes.Take a deeper look, who knows what you'll find.
Is it scary for you, hiding from your own eyes?Is it me? Is it you?
Or am I just saying what you fear to?Good luck and Goodnight
I pray you'll make it into light.