Surrealism

I'm looking at, a surreal world,

Where all is out of balance,

A balance, of greys and black,

And common sense invalid.

Few things, I recognize

All is blurred and shattered,

My values devaluated,

The cuts like razorblades,

The pain, I'm too enraged,

There's nothing left, to stop me now!

As I turn my back, on this surreal world,

Where all is out of balance,

I choose my loss,

Yet my game, take it all,

I'm invalid!

I've become obsolete, I am nothing.

In acceptance of defeat, I am nothing.

I've become obsolete, I am nothing.

In acceptance of defeat, I am nothing, no!