Why do i feel like this?
Why don't i belong...

As the night falls
And my conscience grows old...

As i hide beneath the mask
i long for the freedom...

How hard is a black dog to rid
Whilst flowers bloom on the other side...

Winter, the fall’s follower
As warmer weather falters...

The sharpest edge
To combat the sharpest urge...

The black dog settles in the mind
Makes itself at home...

They are meant to be a way of learning
A way of finding your way in the world...

The inanimate object
With which to hide behind...