Distasteful Surrender
Escaping this maze that is reality, always in a frenzy. Desperate to break out of this cage. You're a prisoner or your own perception misled into abstract notions. I'm intoxicated, burdened by my own beliefs, desires turned into dust. Can you open your eyes and see that you're drowning? Will this dark thunderstorm ever subside? Are you listening? Listen, listen closely and you will hear the melancholy. Do you feel? Feel, feel closely and you will feel the aching desolation. It's a beautiful malady, surreptitious and disguised as paroxysm.
