A Desperate Scribble In Daylight

am i falling
where am i falling to
down this dark pit of oblivion
sights are blurred as a grey morning
chill my heart to ice

these are nothing compared to the voices
voices
voices
echoing and spinning in my head

my wavering sanity is a threat
a fresh wound still bleeding
i hide my tears
with smiles and lies
no one knows the waging war

i am restricted in a body of weakness
no breathing no sight
a senseless abyss
just a floating spectre in my heart

security is weak
time is wasting
i am just a speck of dust in a land of wickedness
this frail figment of someone’s imagination
it will all come to and end
and i will
perish
in
the
face
of
insanity.

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