"Nothing"
Coldness, so bitter the air is not there.
Finding time to breath, like razors it clings.
My priorities I recently found, then I take a look, at where I've been what I've gone through.
So rare but precise, yet also prolongs the agony within my mind, when I took things for granted... That's when it all happened?
My mind is spinning, I might be able to get out of this?
Madness doesn't consume me.
Rather the fear of nothing happening...
NOTHING AT ALL?
Plagues me right now...
Plagues me every day...
