Everything is falling apart
Soon it will be just me in the dark.
Dreams have been shattered
Body left broken and battered
Mind has gone scattered
Insane, like the mad hatter
But really in the end, does it even matter?
Health has fallen into decay
Body left in a state of disarray
Misery and anguish enter the fray
It’s too much to hope they stay away.
But again, does it ever matter?
Wallet so empty it echoes
Stomach the same, it rumbles and groans
Letting me know im not alone
That in the end I shall atone
Yet still, does it matter?
I’ve gone insane, call me the Mad Hatter

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