CALL ME ISHMAEL
Call me faceless, November suppresses my vitality
I grow grim, at comfort in the challenger deep
I have withdrawn from this life as it hangs over me
I am tangled in this notion of being “all right.”
This ghost haunts me. I see it in the light and behind my eyes
I hope to find closure on the voyage setting sail
To put an end to this once and for all
To my back an ocean miles between who I am and what I know
I’m fading away
I’m trapped in a maze of things I could have done
Why can’t I see the distance is killing me
I want my life back, my happiness restored
I wish I recognized the pain I felt before
It is too late. I can’t go back and undo the mistakes
The connection I have to the person that I use to be
Obsession is the only structure to the void I feel
From hell’s heart, I will fight
For hate’s sake, I will spit my Last Breath
"Thus, I give up the spear!"
Let go. Why can’t I let it go? All I see is white
All I see is white regardless of the shipwreck around me
I want my life back, my happiness restored
I wish I recognized the pain I felt before
It is too late. I can’t go back and undo the mistakes
I can’t let this drown me. Find the strength to let the rope go
Happiness isn’t written on any map. true places never are