Trapped inside the trench of self, and crying out for help -
But you were deaf to my death bell.
I learned life's insignificance. I know someday that I will be
A small white cross upon a pale blue dot.
No one will even remember me.
Well, I admit that I have been
Fantasising about a life,
where I’m not there
And nobody cares.
Where there’s no spring of water,
No island in the sun,
I am evanescent;
A nothing to become.
There’s no higher power.
Nobody left to love.
I am evanescent;
A nothing to become.
I let the sickness in my mind metastasise.
With knife in hand,
I saw life flash before my eyes.
Sat in the cheap seats the whole time.
I left it all behind.
Well, I admit, that I have been
Fantasising about a life where I’m not there
And everyone I ever loved, felt not a single ounce of inconvenience.
Nobody cares.
Deaf to the beat of her drums, overarching.
Death, nonetheless, is constantly marching.