Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For.

Lost parts, stinging me so cold.

Lost at sea.

Lost, see?

If it is the deep sea, I can see you there.

Except I don't see anyone anymore. I just see a hazy cloud of black. A fine, dull mist. Enveloping everything I do, everything I say. All the lines have blurred, all the edges have gone blurry.

I'm spinning and spinning around and around and I'll never catch my balance.

I'm not afraid.

But lord, am I miserable. Disparate. Melancholy. Isolated, desolate, alone and depraved.

Even if I knew which way was up I wouldn't have the common sense to follow the signs.

If wishes were fishes.

I can't see anything. Nothing's okay.

I want all this to end.