Tick....tick....tick.
Low clouds are scattered, amongst the mountain...
Anxious feeling of going to see the Physchatrist...
Living on 3 hrs sleep, awaking feeling like you...
All those times I took razors apart just to slice...
Now happiness is death!
Condolence too scarce...
Being dumped in an open pit.
Sets my whole body in contradiction...
On this doomed and gloomed dawn,
here I lie alone...
Swallowed down within
a tender breath took one...
I could sit here each day for hours,
Staring at everything there is for me to see...
Your eyes are like a hole in my heart,
Deep, dark, and dangerous...
My life is a stagnant pond, wherein the bothersome...
Those willing to dip their feet in, become...
I dance today
Between the white and the grey...