I can't, this world is driving me insane

It gnaws at me, devouring all hope

I look outside, inside, on small and larger scale

And all I see is madness sweeping through the globe

I find respite in worlds that aren't real

In memories of past, a child's naive assumptions,

Dreams

Each day it's harder to emerge from soothing depths, there isn't much appeal

For water is the silence – it's the world above that makes me want to

Scream