Crazed and dazed by the passing fog
I am in a haze, in this abysmal smog
it hurts me and I cry once in a while
I have forgotten how to laugh, to smile
“Way out in the water see it swimming”
I have seemingly lost; the Devil is winning
this parallel illusion of my mind haunts me
it constantly scares me, it chills me, it taunts me:
“You aren’t strong enough! your life is worthless”
“You shall remain sad, angry, depressed and mirthless”
Maybe I shall, at least it shall be my own hell
it can be my own veritable hell, rings a bell?