My soul stands empty you see.
Desolate, I'm like a ship lost at sea.
Surrounded by many, yet none I can hold.
Free I am, but I have nowhere to go.
Indeed I yearn for the sweet serenity of madness,
That in itself would be a kindness.
Anything,but this cruel depth of sadness.
I wish you were still here with me,
You were my mirror, my sword, my shield.
My only anchor to this wasteland called reality,
You were the only thing that could complete me.
Now I welcome dementia, it's an old friend.
As I sink into the solitude of my pen.
My demons awaken as I count to ten,
Hello darkness, my old friend
