Slowly but surely,
My mind's going sour.
It gets worse by the moment,
The minute, the hour.
The world, rushing, pressing
And every next day
Throwing sharp stones to kill me
Or tear flesh away.
The earth on my back,
It's hands 'round my throat
While I struggle in water
To just stay afloat.
I'm so close to drowning.
I'm so nearly there
That nothing's important.
I just cannot care.
The world will be evil.
And people will die,
So why should I bother?
What reason to try?
Yes, these are dangerous thoughts,
I'm aware.
It's important to try.
It's important to care.
But the stress, the disquiet,
They will mangle my spirit
Till real pain strikes hard
And I hardly feel it.
And I'll wonder,
There in the cold, dark abyss
If, at last, I've found peace,
Or just ignorant bliss.
