Darkness is consuming you, feeling like a dream
Nightmares eat you from inside, and make you want to scream
Despite the fears you cannot yield,
Yet you cannot keep up this shield,
The battlefield is strewn in black, light is not what it seems.
Depression made you want to die, no matter how you felt
The future high above you now, gravity cannot melt
You’re blind to what was before;
You’re stuck in time, what is in store?
The Void it yawns, an open shore, you can’t see what it’s dealt…
But you think that you’ve been freed, smiling at last,
And then before you know it all that blinding light has passed.
Now with the Void here inside
Your tears of joy may now subside
That well of hope, finally dried, that Void, you see, is vast.
Death it seems is calling you, no matter how you try,
You do not want to give it up, your passions to the side
So when your soul falls to its grasp
Know nothing that it says will last!
You can survive, this too shall pass, please don’t give up your life.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC
Darkness is consuming you, feeling like a dream
Nightmares eat you from inside, and make you want to scream
Despite the fears you cannot yield,
Yet you cannot keep up this shield,
The battlefield is strewn in black, light is not what it seems.
Depression made you want to die, no matter how you felt
The future high above you now, gravity cannot melt
You’re blind to what was before;
You’re stuck in time, what is in store?
The Void it yawns, an open shore, you can’t see what it’s dealt…
But you think that you’ve been freed, smiling at last,
And then before you know it all that blinding light has passed.
Now with the Void here inside
Your tears of joy may now subside
That well of hope, finally dried, that Void, you see, is vast.
Death it seems is calling you, no matter how you try,
You do not want to give it up, your passions to the side
So when your soul falls to its grasp
Know nothing that it says will last!
You can survive, this too shall pass, please don’t give up your life.
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