Passage

Somewhere along the way I went astray lost my mind in the weariness now I'm a slave to the sadness just another victim of my own madness psychopathic status everything dies in time when it passes I walk a lonely road through the passage make my way to the grave bury me six feet deep no casket so I can lay in a plot of the dirt back to the Earth rot and decay slowly fade away take me back to the essence to a time when I never had me a presence I was still caught in a thought in a dream of my absence