The Descent
Oh, no have I fallen into the
ones I despise the most
The vitriol and apathy
Those who were already there when I came
Those who I cannot seem to exile
Yet my constant need for notice
My constant need for clarity for
care, help, for solace, the basics
Oh, no have I been swallowed
By the insults and ignorance
So much I wouldn’t even be able to tell between
compliments and insults
Which is which I ask myself
The days still counting
I ask the void again
Which is which
Because it cannot be
That their intent is so stark
That a line draws itself
To a point where i cannot repel the malice
I cannot fight the mean
The loved ones, the ones
who’s image looks so normal
Mine looks delusional
Oh, no I see now
It’s no question
I have fallen
Oh, no
I can’t get up now can I
I can’t get up
Oh, no
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