I can feel it creeping in…
That darkness, the pure form of doubt
I can feel it scratching at the walls of this layered house
I designed to keep it out,
but the Clouds of doubt block the sun
And are creeping through every crevasse
Attempting to shroud my
thoughts with pain and suffering
Planning to drown me in a
pool of my own disbelief
Seeking to deceive me in my
own feelings of doubt,
It burst through the door
And instantly the smoke of doubt pours
Into this fortress, I used to distort its path to me
And now my whole building is up in smoke,
My vision blurred, Hope nowhere to be found,
I suffocate in this never-ending feeling of doubt
Everything I worked for seems to comedown
Why can’t I open a window,
And let this cloud of doubt fly out?
Because it consumes me
It’s addictive,
It’s safe,
It’s a quiet place,
there’s no pressure in this smoke of doubt
My anxiety drowns me in this
consumption of doubt
My life doesn’t move and my worries dissipate
When I’m filled with doubt
there’s nowhere to fall,
because I’m already at the bottom.
Everything I worked for, down the drain
I’m swallowed in pain and this feeling that
I can’t make it out this never-ending loop of doubt,
I’ve cast my own Tsukuyomi on myself,
living my entire
Life in my own mind,
Trying to find the courage to stand up
and face doubt, I sit in my bed. And
Suffocate from the smoke
I’ve created in my own mind