Hello there...!
I'm back to hell
I'm back again
I know it too well

I predict a death
Going back to bed, sleeping again
Closing my eyes
Or a lie instead

I've been here before
I know its ups and downs
Flowers in the window pane
For my stay in the mental jail
Death has so many shades
Her little ways to dismantle you
Her many games

I've been here before: the drowsy music
I saw the grey comfortable swing of the days before the spring
I felt comfy, ready to swim..in the shores of not
I heard the disperse beat of the days of emptiness and draught

And I will drown my head
trying to cleanse
but first let's watch
what is left

And I will cry, at my own funeral
Is there resurrection for me?
Awhile, I will sit down
pray for the worst
not to come