Intig - Gossamer Dreams

In such vile perpetual agony
I search through the winding
Dirty streets for something

Streetlights illuminate
The gossamer dreams
Of this horrible city
Taunting me, absorbing me
In an apathetic lassitude

I drift through moments of want
Numbing myself with such
Glittering distractions
Meeting desperate eyes
Through the grey haze
Of cigarette smoke

At the bottom of every glass
I start to see the gossamer fray
Leaving tatters of disillusionment
To weave into my skin
And its unbearable burden
Drags me into a pitiful forgotten absence

Night after night
Alcohol leaves a weight of lead in my bones
That will crush
All of the lightness of joy
And everything I find
In this ugly dream
Will be nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Will be nothing
But dust