It was a thing
Without shape or form
Made from lines I had drawn
I always draw it when I'm sad
Or when my mind is gone
I have these odd visits
Visitations from beyond
Wispy threads of reality
That are hard to grasp
And will not last
A kind of brittle bond
I have a terrible feeling
I'm not alone
That I have something in me
That always comes along
When I'm hurt
It always stays with me
It's my mind, I'm afraid
It's not very well
In it there are mysteries
Where all the strangeness dwell
I can't explain
I'm not that good
These things aren't very kind
I sound weird
But if I'm right
I may be losing my mind
