Burnt Out

solitude brings madness
madness brings solitude
there's no light left at the end of my tunnel
my world's no longer safe
my world's no longer good
my soul is scared to realize how few good things are left
i wish the world would wither away
slowly, madness creeping
madness creeping slowly
tomorrow will be the same
and the next
and the next...
i wish i had a "me remote" so i could mute my mind and fade away