The Weight of Chaos

I just don't understand, this madness that's at hand. All around me people are dead or dying, so who is there to stop my crying?

The blame you set upon my shoulders. Has weighed me down till I could stand no longer, but I still sink deeper into the depths of forever.

This pain that's draining all my energy. Has begun to strip away my inner beauty. So the shadow of a person you now see is dying and just longs to be free.

The broken clock of reality turns like the working gears. Trickling pain into all my many years. September, October, November, December... You take my breath away, January, February, March, April... You leave me in dismay, May, June, July, August, now I'm in a haze.