2 am.

Brain dead.
Frustrating silence
Shaking my head,
Maybe I can hear some parts clanking around in the emptiness
What am I doing?
Where’s my existence?
Where are the stars and galaxies that dissolved to make me whole?
It’s relentless this need to escape
I can’t handle this skin anyways
(stardust itches)
I don’t deserve the thoughts behind it
Is it an existential crisis if you don’t feel it anymore?
And what happens when you become one of them?
What happens when you’re malcontent but willing to fit in
Because now that you’re blending it’s not so bad
Even though somewhere there are
cage walls ringing with the sounds of despair and feverish cries
So how long until they’re silenced?
They’ll never be biographies in my name
Nor will there be people lining up for a glimpse of me
I’ll fade away to dust and stardust
And none will remember me;
I can’t ever be what I wanted
And I’m never going to do all that I’ve wanted in life
Im never going to feel again
Brain dead,
Useless is all I’ll ever be
So I slap together these words
Halfheartedly
Hoping maybe someone can make sense of it all

Author's Note

Its very freestyle :P