Higher Side Of Low (Indecision)

Swallowing an ocean of absence Soaking in the tortured admissions and passionate denials The absent friends and enemies, the manufactured threats The crushing weight of memories are all that I have left The absence of feeling - no love, no pity, no hate And the absence of anything as what's left of me Drowns in waves of mindless apathy, submerged in total despair Dilute the venom of misery See the world through the bottom of a glass As all sensation separates from a numbing heart Another dosage of the antidote suffocates emotion before it starts the same depression The same fear...constant frustration at the same reflected stares ...but cold flesh protects my mind like a clear, smooth, hard bottle-glass skull From crushing volumes of nothing