I appeared so sedately, so silently waking,
Mistaken, conforming, contorting, all just to
stay hidden... this gaping wide hole tucked away in your
will.
And my name is...
Shadowy, hazy, I'm driving you mad, and I
stifle your conscience when you don't catch onto this.
Farther and farther you're falling, my name is...
Torturous, isn't it? My fault or yours? You're
causing such pain, you can't stop it, your thoughts are just
spilling all over the floor and you will not move
forward; Hey now, this is hurting me too, and it's
time that you learned what my name is, it's yours...
I have no true origin... and I'll bring you no end.
You're uncertain about me, that's why I exist.
I'm an absence of something, or so you have thought;
But the true calm you search for, you've had all along. |
Submission Name: Panicked Apathy
