I'm in a pursuit of sadness,
Living a normal life, but wishing I had pain.
I crave that feeling yet again,
And cry for the times I once had
With you, my friend.
Now as I sit here alone in my room,
I feel the creeping monster inside me.
I scream.
Yet in this cat chase for the past,
I would rather be comforted by insanity,
Than defeated by death.