These sorrows missing the rights of ease
As a Cotard I interrupt my needs
I left my soul to drown in bleach expired nobility
Read the scars of inner grief drowned my empathy
I share my fear for doubt
Impaired, distressed I am swallowed
So I urge to blend with voids, masking tolerance
Social disquietude, detachment overlooked
I share my fear for doubt
Impaired, distressed I am swallowed
So I urge to blend with voids, masking tolerance
Social disquietude, detachment overlooked
Mute hope, Kill the choice
As if time was poetry, chase the storm to confinement
Unseen like breath, and Mute the joy