When silence is strong,
That side of me comes out
The one that creeps in the shadows
When optimism's in drought
My body will shake
And slowly vibrate
Sending chills up my back
Like an arctic earthquake
Which starts up the agita
In the back of my throat
That silences the thoughts
I want to promote
This feeling is wrong
And I'm well aware of that
But every time I try to stop
My mind just back tracks
Reminding me, of why I should be
Feeling this way
For all eternity
It's like my minds programmed
To follow a track
That leads me to pessimism
And I can't look back
Everything is black
From the sun to the moon
Positivity exists
But i'm overrun by the gloom
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 12:03 AM UTC
When silence is strong,
That side of me comes out
The one that creeps in the shadows
When optimism's in drought
My body will shake
And slowly vibrate
Sending chills up my back
Like an arctic earthquake
Which starts up the agita
In the back of my throat
That silences the thoughts
I want to promote
This feeling is wrong
And I'm well aware of that
But every time I try to stop
My mind just back tracks
Reminding me, of why I should be
Feeling this way
For all eternity
It's like my minds programmed
To follow a track
That leads me to pessimism
And I can't look back
Everything is black
From the sun to the moon
Positivity exists
But i'm overrun by the gloom
Depression is like walking down a long dark corridor, never knowing when the light will turn on.
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