Apathy has taken me back to that hole
That I crawled my way out of so long ago…
I feel alone within a crowd
I feel so lonely and yet so drowned
Drained of usefulness
Anhedonia and distress
Combined into a cocktail of tears
Morose lips and uncommon fears
That make my days feel so insincere…
I just want to get out of here…
I’m caught in the loop of wintery dread
Waiting so patiently to walk upon death

© The Black Lotus