DEPRESSION
DEEP
DARK
OBLIVIOUS
ALONE
IN A WORLD OF TURMOIL.
ARMS ABOUT MYSELF,
HEAD DOWN CAST.
MISERY'S COMPANY
HAS FOUND ME AGAIN.
I HEAR YOU TALKING
HAPPY THINGS ,
I SEE ONLY SHADOWS.
TO SLEEP
IS MY ESCAPE,
LEAVING BY MY CHOICE
IS NOT AN OPTION ,
FOR GODS WRATH
I DO NOT SEEK.
I LIVE HERE
IN THIS WORLD ALONE ,
WHERE HORROR
DOES SLOWLY CREEP.
COLDNESS
QUICKLY SEEPS THROUGH,
THE RECESSES OF MY BRAIN ,
BRINGING ME;
DOWN
DOWN
DOWN
TOO SINK LOWER ,
WOULD MOST CERTAINLY BE DEATH .
A SHIMMERING SMILE OF HAPPINESS,
FROM TWO ANGELS
I AM BES-TOWN .
WITH THE RAYS OF LIGHT
FROM THEM ,
THE SHADOWS
BEGIN TO UNFURL .
BUT UPON A STORM OF LIFE ,
MY BRAIN IS DOESN'T SWIM ,
AND I FEEL MYSELF SINKING,
DEEP DOWN AGAIN.






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