Standing at the balcony, staring at the fading moonlight,
Somehow, somewhere it felt as though life was fading away.
Grief, anger, sadness- there are countless emotions,
Weirdly- all that I felt was completely blank.
It seemed as though my own world is distant,
It seemed as though I was sinking and slowly losing my grip.
Are these just episodes or a clear sign?
Am I alienating from myself yet again?
Scared or scarred – I am no longer sure,
To attempt to breathe, seems pointless like never before.
Stuck in an unending maze,
Routes to break free seem covered in haze.
Shackles each day tightening its grips,
The urge to cling on slowly fading like those faint streaks.
They say there comes a dawn after every dusk,
But why does this dawn seem to have lost sight unasked?
The bottled up chaos rests in the graveyard,
And all that is left is a vacuum spread thousands of yards.
Staring at the fading moonlight,
All that I feel is life falling apart,
All that I feel is falling apart.