Breaking the
Fever
Melancholy
comes and there’s nothing
Existence
alone is like being a flower in the sun
No
happiness or sadness, just existence
That’s
the insistence that your humanness is done
A sliding
slope where there’s no hope
Pointlessness
is where there’s no direction
So try to
sleep and forget your existence
A view of
the future, an exquisite torture
Makes a
soul feel so uncomfortable
Question
of why this, isn’t answerable
And this
does frighten those on the outside
They know
the endless night, that’s the suicide blight
See how
the mindset strips its humanity?
Imprisoned
from within, it’s profanity
No
solution, like madness endured
Peace is
an illusion that’s conjured
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