sickness of mind

black eyes give the world a gloomy tinge,
i cringe.
and though pale faced i still back away
from grey.
like through smokey glass they stare at me,
i flee.
seeking refuge from a leaden spring shower,
i cower
and while my self begins to sliver
i quiver.

sickness of mind,
disease of the soul
and ails undefined
are taking their toll.

the light that guided me hurts my eye,
i cry.
the arm that reached out to steady my stagger
- a dagger.
i run, but where i turn there's a wall,
i fall.
the friendly face bent upon me is a mask -
grotesque
and while my self begins to sliver
i quiver.

sickness of mind,
disease of the soul
and ails undefined
are taking their toll.