Mind the Dark Times

We know what it means, to feel completely obscene Alone in a crowd Faces fleeting, Time slips, shadows creep nearer Looking down at your hands Limp and feeble Dirt from your hands, Rubbed into your eyes Dying for another, eager to succumb Never out of control, Just spinning. Just another day, no real waste I choose the pace, after all Nothing can rob me Of my mind-numbing lie I believe me, don't you? Blackness dawns Now the shadow looms Not from the corner of your eye But in the darkest corners of your mind.