Trapped inside the trench of self, and crying out for help -

But you were deaf to my death bell.

I learned life's insignificance. I know someday that I will be

A small white cross upon a pale blue dot.

No one will even remember me.

Well, I admit that I have been

Fantasising about a life,

where I’m not there

And nobody cares.

Where there’s no spring of water,

No island in the sun,

I am evanescent;

A nothing to become.

There’s no higher power.

Nobody left to love.

I am evanescent;

A nothing to become.

I let the sickness in my mind metastasise.

With knife in hand,

I saw life flash before my eyes.

Sat in the cheap seats the whole time.

I left it all behind.

Well, I admit, that I have been

Fantasising about a life where I’m not there

And everyone I ever loved, felt not a single ounce of inconvenience.

Nobody cares.

Deaf to the beat of her drums, overarching.

Death, nonetheless, is constantly marching.