Darkness

I sit and listen to my music very loud, Very very proud. I have nothing left to think, I can barely blink. I can't see that great, Is this maybe the gate? I listen to the storm, It seems warm. I wonder if it is just me, Or somehow if it's the key. The key to what though... Maybe to the reason im so low. I have a lot on my mind, It most definitely is not kind. I feel like ive lost myself in the dark, Maybe this is how i leave my mark! I no longer feel the same, Dont even know my name. In the dark is where quiet lays, My head right now is definitely a maize. I no longer can see straight, I think it may be too late. Too late to save my head, I wish that someone cared