The slight blur of life

Haze,
like the fog setting down on a town after the day has ended.

The slight blur of life, 

the neverending stream of light, 

all those voices and all those dreams, 

always slightly out of sight. 

Dark white fog setting in, 

slowly clouding my mind. 

And every day that I continue life, 

I leave my concious soul behind. 

Maybe this is how it meant to be, 

being awake isnt the life for me. 

A sweet lie instead of a painful truth, 

until white fog is all I see. 

Goodbye cruel world