Pessimiste

Where are you now?

Are you searching for a home?

Inside yourself life passes by

Time has come and gone

Inertia has the best of you 

Nothing changes where you're in

Giving all you've got, is less than what it is. 

Thinking amongst the other worlds

Old thoughts linger where you dream,

Deafening sounds of your own voice

Inside yourself it makes you scream.

Everything has come undone

Time passes us by,

Against the air that flees your lungs

Kneeling for a last goodbye.

Energy whispers in your head

Separate soul from spine

Life's for granted of what you are

Optimism is not your style.

Observe the demons haunting ye 

Life lingers still in fragile minds

Opaque thoughts go unseen

Nothing comes from your eyes

...A grave is dug for your want,

Go ahead, step inside.