Some
times I just give up trying
It seems like a lifetime
that I've been fighting
It was hard enough just get
ting out of bed today
I'd call someone,
but what on earth would I even say?
Here in this airless space,
would no one deplete your pitiful case?
Some call this thing the soul of sadness,
self -indulgence or brilliant madness
All I know is I'm dying for air
Swimming just below the waves,
I can see the sky
Looking darkly through the haze,
the moon is drifting by
Someone cuts the anchor,
and slowly up I rise
As an unwelcome guest in your home
That comes here to stay an
d never wants to go
Not so much a shadow but a visitation
A haunting foreign movie with
no translation
There's a buzzing white noise in my head
And sometimes so silent,
I'm almost dead
One true thing I hope to do in the past
A voice that whispers, darling,
this too will pass
Even when I'm dying for air
Swimming just below the waves,
I can see the sky
Looking darkly through the haze
the moon is drifting by
Someone cuts the an
chor and slowly up I rise
I rise, I rise
This is a picture not complete
And making false sentences
has never been my strength
Some call this thing the soul of sadness
Self -indulgence or a brilliant madness
All I know is I'm dying for it
All I know is I'm dying for it