A new day - in static motion I drift
The atmosphere sinks into thegreayness 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