The Battle Yet To Lose

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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