Depression is a knife that pierces all
Faith is gone, truth is lost
At times I think of death and what it‘s like
Black rose are in my dreams
Black butterflies soar in my mind
I can’t take it, death is at my feet
I scream and thrash, my heart I broken
No one to love, no one to live
Tears are streaming down my face
I cry to the gods, so high above
I cry for months I cry for years
My heart aching with every breath I take
So alone, so rejected, it’s time to move on
2007-06-08
04:15:34
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