In and out of madness
Set back by blood
Depression is a silent killer they say
But my pain is loud and clear
Screaming in agony for me to heal
What is this healing I swore I feel
What does it mean
Sad to numb mad to screams
Closet closed in the monster I always knew was inside
It cried and screamed like me
I crawl out in front of my mirror just to see what I always believed
I am my own pain and agony
And my breeder helps the killing
Eyes open but seem to be shut now completely out of both worlds
When I die bury me with chrysanthemums and pearls
From the colors red to pink the shades of my heart
Once I drown in my own stream of misery
Know that I am home
A familiar place
A familiar smell of salt, diablerie and a load of despondency
That has once tried to consume me
Now succeed
Let me drown the deeper I go the bigger my smile grows
Giving in is never what I did but only met my fate
How things should go but many hearts can\'t take
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