Living in the Shadow of the Terrible Thing (Therapy?)

With heavy tread and treacle feet I drag my baggage behind me Everything's absurd, everything feels strange I experience time as a terrible ache Alone and unnoticed on the busy street I'm living in the shadow of the terrible thing Windows shatter and alarm bells ring I'm living in the shadow of the terrible thing Halfway down the road i've lost all purpose No Virgil at my side to guide and interpret Darkness visible, failing light I hurt in every inch of my lived life Sinking slowly in this miasma Too much hurt for my head to handle Hanging on to hope and a handful of chances Because if you take away the future then the present collapses