All the foundations that were once built
Have seemed to diminish
As i try to find some way to make the finish
I try to find ways to replenish
My sorrowful soul
It always hits me hard and i don't know why
I've gotten better about it but it always seems to smack me full circle
It's not a wasteful existence but my mind is telling me so
And i've done nothing to make myself feel this way
I just do, and it's eating me alive
I want to permanently be happy and thrive
But the shrouds of darkness is trying to take me alive
If you have to put up with this much black
Than i want to come back

I hate change
Not the type you find on the ground
Or the inspiring differences
Just the way things falter, transform and corrode.

34 hours. Feels like 3400 days