I envy you,
everything about you,
if only I could have that,
just for one day, just one hour,
just maybe,
I wouldn't have fallen so fast,
so quick,
and I thought that I could control
time, but it was you who moved it
a little quicker, and that sickness
broke apart my mind.
Not one day goes by that I don't have
something related to the day, the week,
or you in my head, I see letters everywhere,
I feel the powers of a higher life,
pictures are capturing, but seeing them
makes me just want to go back to my old life.
There are times I'm empty, there are places
that drown my sorrow.
I feel a relapse, I contain my own kidnapper,
whoever wants to come is welcome,
I'd stay at the building a few more nights.
If you ever want to go inside the mind of
a person at the end, who feels he has nothing,
and is demented even though he path is chosen
for light, talk to me, you might as well live with
me a while, because I have something new to
tell in a new format, style, and language, who
knows, I may finally cry again like that day.
I'm sad, I'm crying, I'm shaking,
there's that window, there's my hat,
I'm wearing the sweatshirt,
I see no sunrise.
I should never feel like this,
I've had so much help,
if anyone should know,
when the time comes,
I hope you know,
that it was naturally,
it wasn't because of a
sickness of any kind.
