You Need Me
-depression-

The only thing that brings him out  
is when I feel that sweet melancholy.
-blessed to be stressed-
A quest to impress.

Not you, but him.

I love what I am but I'd hate to foresee
the potential you'd waste outside of me.

I'll build you up, recraft your name
new hobbies, posts, a little new fame.
cute pics, new tricks, some confidence.
its simple
you're a quick mix fix.

I'm as easy as can be, I know that you see
that a little productivity can keep me at ease.

you always let me go, lazy yet mindful.
you may be stoic but I know your prideful.

Take me as a sign because in this shrine

I need chaos.
uncertainty.
the unknown.

how deep down the rabbit hole will I take you?
either way, for now
you're mine.

I want you to hurt, so we can grow.
I'll let you rest when we get old.
Then we'll reflect on all I've done for you.

Where do we go as the oar man rows?
I see no light down this stream we flow.
Where do we go as the oar man rows?
In these crossroads I just don't know.

Do you know my dear mother?
Can you hear me, oh father?

Where do we go?
Where do we go?
Where do we go as the oar man rows?

Are there Angels?
Are there Demons?
what am I now?

I am frightened
of the darkness
of the oarsman.

Where do we go as the oar man rows?
Do we just die or do we have souls?
Where do we go as the oar man rows?
Down this dark stream I've come to know.

Where do we go?
Where do we go?
Where do we go as the oar man rows?

The animals are running.
Night is befalling us.
Sickened twines clench within.
 
Forbidden gardens shy their eyes.
Insects crumble beneath the earth.
The steeple light banishes.
 
Appease the darkness
or succumb your will.
Fear the loathing cold.
 
Shadows creep among trees
the birds flock to chase day
I stand arms open waiting for the change.
 
Only the moonlight's madness can veer
prospecting the future of lost outcomes.
The forest holds it's breath.
 
Howling winds guide the dark chill
Everything is gone, the light has vanished
Nothing can be sure of tomorrow.

I am the lust of the softest touch
or the rushing lush when your hair gets brushed.

I am the fear in the darkest nights
Within the long alley roads and eerie street lights.

I am the cringe when your lover cheats
with crippling thoughts beneath the sheets.

I am the excitement of the thief's retreat
or the killer as he ends a thumping heart beat.

I am the feeling of guilt in your shame
as you're being confronted and you know you're to blame.

I am the bliss of your very first kiss
when you're feeling so nervous you'll probably miss.

I am the crawling underneath your skin
as a loud thud slams on your door to get in.

I am the desire of your secret fantasies
the ones which you have in your wildest dreams.

I am the chill when they whisper in your ear
as they pull you in tight, it makes the goose flesh appear.