I wake in solitude...
no this can't be right.
That sun streaming through my open window
is much too bright.
The pills I take
to numb the pain
are much too vivid
for me to be sane.
Is it my sanity slipping away
or am I simply in a dream
of my own making.
This confusion clouds me
makes me angry.
Makes me sad
for the man
I've been made to bury.
My life was once,
so full of love,
so full of happiness
in the mundane
I found my sanity
and now that it has been taken
I'm feeling dangerously close
to the edge.