Beauty is dead to me
The rose has lost its vibrant red
A crack has formed in my path
Senses are gone without me knowing
Everything had wronged me
Losing it all
Breaking my terrible fall
In and out, I try to breath
I yelled at the mirror in my room
Wishing to punch and shatter
Shards of stupid resentment
Falling words at random pile up
I had to end it right there
All I could do was stare
At the work that had been done
Just a broken little thought
A messed up world around me
It was a troubled trek
Into my own fantasy
Stole my only source of nothingness
Everything makes sense
Nothing makes any sense at all