To Drown The Monstrous I

Free, but rarely registering,
The land, the sky the sea,
My world’s within; a maelstrom of misery.
Replicated deep within each cell
Redundant thought, contemplative hell
I strive to die, I strive to weep
To drown the monstrous I, in sleep.

Within my selfish severed head,
All friends are absent, and lovers dead.
I’m lost to touch, my senses shed
My mind consumed, by parasitic dread,
I strive to die, I strive to weep
To drown the monstrous I, in sleep.