At times I would overdose, with the
bane of my life I would...
It all moves so slowly around me,
As if time is hesitant to move on...
Threatened by the open seas,
Fearful of the storms ahead...
Soon I'll have to leave my room
an easy quest, you would assume...
I'm Stuck inside the darkness
locked in this small room...
Manifested dreams.
Hopeless second chances...
FORGET HIM
Forget his name...
I wanted to live
A life more worthwhile...
If you see a man
beaten down on the ground by depression itself...
Here,
no longer in nightmares...
demons encroach upon my mind
a stomping ground for reapers of darkness...
Am I needed?
Am I important...