Slip Away

I stand and I wade through it
The sites and sounds of a torn psyche
I turn from one thing to another
In a struggle to obtain a taste of life
I find it hard now even to hope
And I can’t rest

Rest without hope is a death bed
The dying rattle of absent vitality
Echoes within this cave of ignorance
When there is no lasting option
Hold your breath count to three
And slip away under