Literal and Abstract

Sitting alone starring at the wall in a room
The echoes in my head still ring of offensive gloom
Feeling unwelcome; a stranger in my own home
Still, it doesn't explain how I can morbidly lay to way past noon 

Maybe its because I could never keep up with change
Or maybe because no one even cared to remember my name
Whatever the case I'm nowhere near the eye of the storm
In too deep, going back now nothing will ever be the same

Looking down I see the scars of my own objection
Through my veins I feel the poison of my own injection
Looking back I guess I just stopped caring along the way
Now when I look in the mirror I can no longer see my own reflection 

Its been awhile since I've felt the comfort of warmth
Breathing to live, I feel nothing more
In between life and death I'm already used to the vitality
An ominous foreshadow woken up in the core 

My own personal blues, literal and abstract
It feels psychological, but my body moves through pains react
Like a genius on the verge of total lunacy
I no longer look for the temporary relief from humanities physical contact and internalize the immunity 

I can't help but feel responsible for the loneliness consisted
Misery doesn't love company, she wanted me to herself, she even insisted
She even took my ancestral strength, along with everything my father thought
No feelings of nostalgia because the innocence never existed  

Completely oblivious to the allure
I lost the drive and of this my friend I'm sure
A useless shadow in the night with only one way to go
Shift in the harmony, who knew the end was the only cure