February's New Friend

Do you dread the end of things?

Think about the end of things

The choice, the pressure

I left my body tonight

Was held three foot away from nothing

By a frayed string of reckoning

All I needed was sleep

A lucid state

I left skin and bones

In a blanket in darkness

I was visited in the night

Is somebody there?

It's easy to take

Such a turn for the worst

When led by delusion

Are you led by your own sentiment?

You don't have to pretend

Make time for sorrow

Do you fear or own your shame?

You don't have to pretend

If the worst is done

Am I here?

At the end of it (at the end of me)

At the end of me

Follow the mirage

Do you fear or own your shame?

Delusionist

Delusional

Aren't we?

Follow the mirage

Do you fear or own your shame?