This Can't Be

where are all the filaments
that sum up me
falling one by one
in a tumultuous rupture
of what will come
I get colder by the minute
like I've been insuch deep sleep

Tired, tired for this one day
and time seems to leave
me behind with nothing to believe

somewhere in corners far away
echoes my heart of marks
needing to be noticed

shadows recollect the truth for me
it burns under notions
that I try to make light
as laughter hides the riot
of my disapproval

this can't be