Static does no more than still my mind
But it is not time for me to cease my thoughts
It is noon; the sun is high in the sky
But I am under the influence of the moon
The only thing I see is total blackness
And visual snow makes the world blurry
I cannot help but to think of better days
When serotonin still rushed to my brain
Something crawls on my pallid skin
And I'm worried that my parasite has returned
Of all the pests that I have housed in me
My paranoia is by far the most persistent one
I sense that it serves as an indication
Of my eventual slip into madness
As I stare deeper into the void that surrounds me
Enraptured by its endlessness
I don't know of much more than waiting
Watching days pass as I sit in an empty room
Evaluating my same past actions over again
Wishing I had done something different
I am alone in my own desolate corner
But the sun is high, yet I am low
Wallowing in the perpetual darkness
As the sunshine starts to pour through my window
Is this an intervention?
An end to my self reflections?
The light I had longed to see for so long
Has become an unwelcome interference
I prefer the lonely night to the bright day
Sucked into the vortex of grave thinking
In which I cannot escape
But I don't want to anymore
I don't know why I thrive in humanity's nightmare
Of solitude in the most quiet of places
But I am content in the sadness of my sorrows
Wasting away in a rotting home
