My depression suffocated me
day after first spring and our last snow...
A sphere of fluff is all that's left
To rest my hopes upon...
You snuck into my life
Through a back door...
Lost in my mind,
Like a vast ocean...
Funeral homes are colder than usual
in late spring...
We used to talk through music;
It's how we communicated...
How are you?
I hope you’ve been well...
Tread smiles on days and carry on.
Let tragic wonder bare it's scorn...
If you dig to deep you'll just find the bottom
Of the place where u sit to be unforgotten...
Threw the pendilum as it swings
Deeper does its agony ring...
I would dedicate
my heart to you...
I tell myself everything will be okay,
The picture comes in a stagnant decay...