Cockamamie
As I walked through this emptiness
I found several fighting creatures
Yelling at me that I exist
Living in this hole of my gravity
Shall I tell you what to say
To speak I’m deaf
To see I’m blind
Down, going down your skin
My own voice is hard to hear
Under the sorrows
He’s the sentry for my thoughts
Leave me alone, shut down
Tear up this cut-and-dried
