Lost,
Among dark alleyways of my mind,
Where phantasms lurk in dark and dusty corners,
And things that once were known as real,
Become indistinct and uncertain,
So that panic grips my heart
As all sense of reality dims,
And falls away.
I walk among multitudes,
Alone,
Unseen by all that pass me by,
As in another world,
Not of this own,
But separate,
I stand condemned.
