I’ve not been really sleeping, I actually smell burning,
I scream myself awake, should I prepare my own wake,
Are these thoughts merely intrusive or are they clues to my fate.
I keep picturing Grenfell, I smell the flames I hear the screams.
I’m petrified, sincerely I am mortified, so many died, I want to trade my life,
For one of theirs, one of those dead bodies crumpled on the stairs.
I don’t get it, I don’t get it I don’t get it.
I cry inside, all the fear I hide,
Kids just keep on living, I keep on seeing death,
I goad it, come for me, or give me peace please!
Check the fire alarm, check that unheard noise check the smell.
All is not well, but what? I cant really tell, I’m too tired for this!
I’m cognitively malfunctioning, I’m existing, not living!
These delusions and distortions, override my depression.
It’s a really amazingly crazy, Automatic mental coping mechanism!
Just don’t mention her, don’t give that hurt your attention.
Here is fire, here is suffocation, here is failure here is not emptiness.
Fear is not the thing that brings pain, reality and the mundane invite the empty,
Caress the nothingness, fall into your broken heart, again I fall apart!