Black Hole

[Illume]

These hordes of thoughts are raging, they more than hate me,
I'm stuck casting my sanity forth in the lakes of Hades.
I'm lucid and vague, with Methusala's age, useless.
Fuckin my mind in ways that'd make Confucius lose it.
Sick, stupid and blighted by music at night,
Plagued by songs of a type that only demons'd like.
I'm breathing, alive, but deep down inside, I'm heaving.
I'm dying, I'm leaving. Believe me I'm lying. Now leave me.
Cast me aside, you can see me I'm blinded.
I feel it, the light, though it's dark in my eyes. I'm asleep but I'm not.
I'd give, but I got, nothing to lose nor to show for my lot.
I scream for release, but I'm stuck in the crack,
Between future and past, in the void with the facts.
I'm a feeble bastard. Baskin with half a cask and a keg,
Mathematically equating if I can pay for my casket today.
I'm old, only twenty, I'm cold but I'm sweating.
I'm hopeful 6 feet under's the hole where I'm heading.