Every thought distorted
Every word a failure
To a feeling
Emptied of meaning
Have you seen it?
D'you hear the screaming?
Morning coffee, evening pills
Days go by, thought distills
Another drop of poison 'till
You're on your window sill looking down
Coping mechanism drowns, and
It was all just a handful of dust
Turned to ash as you sift through the trash
It was all just a handful of dust, in the end
Condemned, before it even begins