I am sick with denial
confused by the years of what has controlled me...

If there was ever a day
that was never under the weight...

We would all like to appear as if we are not what...
but the image within is not as easily projected...

Ingrained within me
a flesh and bone will...

There's no use in listening...
everything i say is in vain...

Cope
what is this cloud I'm under...

In a sun drenched park...
puddles dried up...

Damn the life in my body...
it's fading away...

A gentle wind of a reoccurring nightmare...
it grows stronger...

Deem it a lower call...
to stoop so low as to understand you...

Quick...
grasp this moment...

Lovely wind..
lovely sky...