The tapping of this keyboard reassures me that I have something to say,
When I know that beneath the layers of my decaying persona
Lies nothing but a confused anaesthetized pain.
And yet I go on, digging deeper, scratching away
at the surface, hoping to reveal some answer, some fate.
But the spade never hits stone, never reaches solid ground.
I am baseless, without foundation.
The digging will never end.
I must blunt the blade.
I must take the pill.