Cioran's Limbo

I dry my tears with the wind of the ocean The seven seas will ease my weary mind Now I can't breathe without fear of choking In remorse, I sigh when you're left behind You're frowning at me from the comfort of your post A crippled regime to call your own You holler at me and call me a nuisance But I'm not who I personify Oh, I'm not alive Oh, I'm just surviving Oh, too scared to die And I find life's too late leaving A town of fear and hatred of searching The shadow people lurking nearby Can't seem to shake off the feeling I'm swerving And it's a bit unnerving to say that I am trying I hate you because I just can't get right These drugs that I'm taking are a stroke of luck Death does not guarantee a good life And if it does, then the system is fucked Oh, I'm not alive Oh, I'm just surviving Oh, too scared to die And I find life's too late leaving I'm not a number you can crunch I'm not a clock for you to punch No belief, or even a hunch That you could ever see me for me