morbid but pretty

 here i lie within my wake

i believe in incarnate

but in carnate, and in i debate

what's in with me and what i dream

here i lie and stumble forth

like a pleading begging force

but i try to get up not

and what my legs do, i forgot

here i quiver with the fog

i can see only silluette

once i bring along my thoughts

i can see what i regret

being here in my head

i think not; i try at least

but they come scurrying along

like mice at their release

i can't catch them what a fool

to think i'd rather break the rule

but everything is pre-planned

even my damaged head

i can't even get outa bed

what's wrong with my sunken head

i can't think enough to smile

i just glow from out of reach

well here i go with heart heavy

here i go with whisper light

but if you hear the thoughts that vibrate

in my brain alone at night

then you'd think nothing of me

or at least i hope you would

cause nothing comes with peace at least

and everything is nothing good.