I’m in that place
Where there is no try
Where desolation goes to die
No more questions, no more why
I’m in that place
Where there is no try
Only wishes and desperate pleas
Like winter’s snow falling silently
Melting before they are received
In this place one hopes for sad
Depression, even, not so bad
Joy a distant memory
The reining King is Apathy
He watches over fields of numb
And clouds of pain
Rivers where lives end in vain
His eyes are blank, a little grey
No one home
Nothing to say
His last try was a million lifetimes ago
Disconnection here the status quo
I’m in that place
Where there’s no reaching out
Or an inner voice who might cry out
And yell, “I do not wish to die!”
No, he is not here
There is no try.
ariaphoenix 