Ten years in the red

It was right then A new kind of fear This apathy that makes my life a war and time a broken hourglass I keep picking the pieces from the ground and you keep breaking them Until dust is all that I am left with I know there is a question behind it all I sway in the stillness The apartment's hard floor is where I spend most of my nights The days seen through your eyes are colorless and hazy I removed all the furniture and got rid of all the knives Windows are another of those traps you set up for me Their presence pulling me out to the ground The glass dangerously close to my arms If only I did not have to think Living in a blind arithmetic discipline Working overtime Staring at the inner chaos spreading I'm not ready for what you have to say I'll let myself go blind before you can open my eyes