Can't you see?
Can't you see?
Look at me!
See me!
Don’t look to the outside
but inwards to my tortured soul.
the endless dark spaces
that tunnel inside like a
cancer eating away at my mind
and the deep twisted paths
leading to no-man’s land
where no one can see the cause
of the misery lying beneath
the layers of me.
Slowly, I slip away
and know not for sure the
hour nor the day.
One thing is very certain.
It’s plainer than the day,
that just around the bend
The Grim Reaper stands
ready, and waiting,
waiting to take my hand.
To show the way to the
afterland.