I Have Wandered

I have wandered lost and blind,

Within the confines of my mind.

My mental state was slowly sinking.

I needed to explore my thinking.

But the dolor that is lodged

Within my brain, still remains,

When I am done rethinking.

 

My mind has such a hollow shape,

An empty cage I can't escape.

If all my thoughts could be directed,

A useful structure thus erected,

Something good and useful might

Even be gained, or obtained,

Some evil circumvented.

 

Would I, could I, do some good?

I have no doubt at all I should.

Alas, I doubt that I am able,

The notion seems like just a fable,

For the focus, I am missing,

And the lack, holds me back,

Making me quite unstable.

 

[instrumental metal segment here, with maybe some incomprehensible growl vocals]

 

Chained to myself, I cannot break away.

I babble, but I know I have nothing good to say.

Sick to death of life, I am terrified to die,

I question all my goals, and I cannot answer why.

My dark thoughts tear me up, I have no one to confide,

It's eating me alive, all bottled up inside.

I want to go away, but there's nowhere left to turn.

I'm doomed to ride it out, and then in hell to burn.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!

 

In the dark I sit and brood,

Savoring my somber mood.

But all my thinking turns to folly,

Empty, hollow, meloncholy,

And dejected, I return

To what I know, so I go

Back to the crass and bloody,

 

For I am quite unstable,

Oooooooooooooooooooooooh!

And I am done with thinking.