Im obsessed with sorrow
why cant I let things go?
I dont even know why
I follow the undertow

Made misery my maiden
but she has left me jaded
seeking out a light within
the darkness I created

Why is all I value
sold off to misfortune?
what am I to tell you
when the words I speak seem foreign

Seen so much
but feel so little
out of touch
clouded and riddled