In a dangerous spot where my worries rot,
but never go, no, they haunt me so.
In a deadly place, mind’s bound by old lace,
burning the wick and ingesting lovely arsenic.

Let the unknown take me home;
we’re all depressed, so just let me rest,
lay me to sleep where the innocent weep.

No more comfort zone, now that paranoia’s grown
into my very own silhouette, and yet I don’t regret
looking into your eyes, planting hatred for dreaded goodbyes;
glued as one, impossible to ever be undone.

Days tick by and I can’t help but wonder why
it’s getting harder to trust my shell, this anxiety cell,
trapped by jaded streams and fed by invaded dreams.

Waking sweating of aghast, an era soon surpassed
by knowledge fit to last, so let us take a blast
to a higher moon, where it plays our favorite tune;
together in perfect seclusion, diminishes all delusion.