Disillusioned by the world
Disdained by the conscience
Self-doubt creeps in
A mind-numbing obscurity
Comfortably Numb
Yet far from so
A self-imposed predicament
Yet…Inevitable
A Chopsuey of emotions
The burdens seem unbearable
Atlas wants to shrug at last
Elsewhere Jeremy has had enough
He wants to speak in class
The mind is sober
Yet drunk on delusions
A Purple Haze descends upon him
A psychedelic kaleidoscope
Of images and memories
Yet his eyes perceive
Only the darkness
No need for sympathy
Too late for concern
White noise in the ears
As Cobain screams Teen Spirit
Time seems to stand still
And yet it seems to run out
All the time in the world
Yet none left to spend
A bullet to the brain
Hole in the soul
The show’s over
The skin is cold
While Morrison croons This is the End…
