Mourning of a New Day

A new day - in static motion I drift

The atmosphere sinks into the greyness of my soul

Slow apathy. Fermenting my senses

The nothingness. The formless void that is me

Mourning is the same way

The Drowning of a new day

The Surreal - the only truth I caress

Emptiness. My only fulfilment

My feeling - internal voidance

nowhere, is where I've progressed

Mourning is the same way

The Drowning of a new day