Lost in your own sea of deep seated depression
The *need* for a state of imagination
The *need* for comfort and safety
Asylum, there is none from the hurt
Turning quickly into another moment of despair
Punishing yourself into oblivion
Running further from the truth
Not so hopeful about the future
On the verge of deaths door
Is it over, the hole in ones soul…deep, scared, bleeding
Take a walk on the outside
The breeze of the door, the blinding light, savior??
Not knowing who you are from one day to the next
A fantasy or imminant reality
Trapped in your own memory's of past failure
Trapped with your hopes for a bright future
A funk surrounds you…Panicking
Feeling trapped like a rat
Running scared and looking back
Smacking into a wall of imaginary retribution
Does the noise inside bother you
Talk to the madness, slow it down
Take a look into madness and you will find her
Rolling in the lush green hills
Enjoying moment of peace and tranquility
The feeling of one's soul being squeezed snaps
Wether or not it lasts, is of no consequence
You've found a person that is real
The task ahead hard but not impossible
Learning about this strange feeling of soul
Tears and sorrow get in the way
Despair is always constant only if it conquers
Reality or Fantasy is it both
Only one's true soul will know
Time continues progresses
Time is a constant
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