Do you want to know what it’s like?What it’s like to be the darkest me you’ll ever see?
This is me
This is I
This is myself descended
Storm clouds are my sunrise/sunset
Because it’s all I’ve grown to know
I met me deep in sleep
And I asked him
“Who are you?
Where have you gone?
What have you done?”
My only reply to answer all:
I lost myself back in yesterday when I had dreams
It’s not rain, it’s just tears from yester-years
This is how it feels to be numb