Intussusception

this is now, we live

so cold, and lifeless

just sitting here

with my head between my legs

staring at the ground

twitching, convulsing

think about the past

where did it go?

where did it come from?

and why is this such a rhetorical question

to ask myself?

so why?

i must try to seek salvation

in a world that is so cold

cold, cold, cold

loud empty thud

against my head

as the pain rushes in

and loving it

is over here upon myself

listen to time, why? why? why?

try to understand

why do you understand

when no one else does?

no one else does

sick and killing time

killing me forever

forever dead

all in till the end

so this is worth living?

in nothing?

so something is all

it's all a game to debate

contemplate suicide

i don't patronize

i don't sympathize

for you or dissed burnt image

image on top of the forehead in the mirror

where we see no truth

forever lost, forever loveless

loveless forever, loveless forever

tired of living, soul taking

i feel it breaking my mind

so goodbye, so goodbye