Vicarious Trauma - An Epitath to Life

How fast the venom spreads within
It's seldom hidden, but always unseen.
If only a respite, dare not an absolution
Self medicating grief, hardly a solution

It's only temporary, tomorrow I'll be fine
The fear of the unknown against the wish to cross the line
In retrospect, all misgivings aside
A chain of past decisions
Makes a sorry epitaph to life.


Their faces vanish as delirium set in,
A moment of oblivion, a contagious misesteem
Swept by the spiralling, repetitive descent
If nothing ever mattered, less reasons to pretend
If nothing ever mattered, less reasons to pretend
If nothing ever mattered, less reasons to pretend

It's only temporary, tomorrow I'll be fine
The fear of the unknown against the wish to cross the line
In retrospect, all misgivings aside
A chain of past decisions
Makes a sorry epitaph to life.