Living In The Shadow Of The Terrible Thing

With heavy tread and treacle feet
I drag my baggage behind me

Everything's absurd, everything feels strange
I experience time as a terrible ache

Alone and unnoticed on the busy street
I'm living in the shadow of the terrible thing

Windows shatter and alarm bells ring
I'm living in the shadow of the terrible thing

Halfway down the road I've lost all purpose
No Virgil at my side to guide and interpret

Darkness visible, failing light
I hurt in every inch of my lived lite

Sinking slowly in this miasma
Too much hurt for my head to handle