A gloom that overpowers
looms above like a ghost
has it's own guilty conscience
chose me as its host
it has no self respect
and just wants to run
so it doesn't have to feel
or deal with anyone
it swirls like a vengeance
and clouds my dark mind
yet deep down within
it is purely sublime
and it cuts itself bloody
and inhales dead mans fumes
gives into temptation
when it has to choose
and it fears rejection
burdens the shame
yet feels deep within
it isn't the same
crystals in rivers
flows down its sad cheeks
but laughs like its funny
refuses to speak
it runs from itself
yet faces the world
and wears a happy face
its never unfurled
yet it covers the scars
puts on a mask
so it doesn't have to bother
when everyone asks
