Its time.
 I guess the destination doesn’t really matter,
     I’m tired,
        numb.
Staring at the wall,
       staring in the mirror
     at the absurdity of me,
 out the lights!
Join the silent night circus
     feast upon this slowly burning world
   prey upon it miserable wretches
I’m ready
out,
off, stop, completely,
I am sick
 "find yourself and be yourself"

The hand punches my face
        my hand
  and I don’t know why.
       All I know is
                      broken
     I've put down my signs
                  stepped off the box
                              a soulless creature