I’ve lost count of time,
and the words no longer rhyme,
except the sublime.
I’m feeling my way,
through dark mental passageways,
places I can’t stay.
When the feeling’s gone,
on rocks where the sun had shone,
then I feel alone.
I’m spinning around,
there is nothing, not a sound,
until music’s found.
I’m stirring the mug,
watching the vortex forming,
and climbing the walls.
Sitting in darkness,
and I can feel the silence,
crawling on my skin.
A life is taken,
and those around are shaken,
so they’re awakened.
