Has the quarantine got to me? The silence around is deafening, Voices in the head are threatening. The peace within is lessening, It is destruction, yet to be. Has the quarantine got to me?
Is it you too or is it just me? This nothingness is unsettling, Everything around is questioning. The being within is deadening, It is too vague to even be. Is it you too or is it just me?
Whatever this is, it needs to go. We seem okay but about to blow. The scars it's leaving within me, Even when it ends, will I be free?
On the nights I sit alone with a crowded head, amidst the noise of confusion, I hear a silent sigh. It says I know things for what they are to be. It says I know the truth I try to keep within.
On the days, I leave a trail, I walk living dead, with unaware lows carefully hidden between the highs. I keep running from it only to realize I'll never be free. I have the lyrics but acceptance is the rhythm.