this ache is stealing my face
stealing my name
This break in cognitive function
is leaving me lame
broken and mangled
twisted devices
going through the motion
life can only be perpetuated through vices
because the light is too bright
and the truth is too truthful
drink me down from this ledge tonight
loneliness is a prison with no bars to hold me in
the people all around meÂ
are merely bricks to my invisible prison
and they by their existence profess
my inadequecies
I am alive
but only by technicality