Call Me Ishmael

Call me faceless, November suppresses my vitality
I grow grim, at comfort in the challenger deep
I have withdrawn from this life as it hangs over me.
I am tangled in this notion of being «all right.»
This ghost haunts me. I see it in the light and behind my eyes.
I hope to find closure on the voyage setting sail.
To put an end to this once and for all.
To my back an ocean miles between
(who I am and what I know) I’m fading away
I’m trapped in a maze of things I could have done.
Why can’t I see the distance is killing me.
I want my life back, my happiness restored
I wish I recognized the pain I felt before.
It is too late. I can’t go back and undo the mistakes
The connection I have to the person that I use to be
Obsession is the only structure to the void I feel.
From hell’s heart I will fight. For hate’s sake I will spit my last breath
«Thus, I give up the spear!»
Let go why can’t I let it go
All I see is white regardless of the shipwreck around me.
I want my life back, my happiness restored
I wish I recognized the pain I felt before.
It is too late. I can’t go back and undo the mistakes
I can’t let this drown me. Find the strength to let the rope go.
Happiness isn’t written on any map. True places never are.