Mourning Of A New Day

A new day - in static motion I drift The atmosphere sinks into the greyness of my soul Slow apathy. Fermenting my senses The nothingness. The formless void that is me Mourning is the same way The Drowning of a new day The Surreal - the only truth I caress Emptiness. My only fulfilment My feeling - internal voidance nowhere, is where I've progressed Mourning is the same way The Drowning of a new day