I'm wasting my existence
My mind is ceasing to judge
I'm filling me with nothingness
My head is full of fudge
I'm breathing very slow
I'm fart of this weariness
I'm echoing through the vacuum
I'm watched out for loneliness
I won't let things go this way
I'll rebel against what
I dare to throw me
So beloved and blind...
That I never would find
The sense of reasoning...