Depression is the keeper
of my hell u send me
Death is the cold blood
that runs deep thru me
The doors to freedom
are boarded up by hate
My eyes are shut
with the fear of its hateful mistake
Depression that is soaking thru me
like the sweat u intake
Soaking thru my skin
like acid rain from my tears
Depression is my death
ISN'T IT CLEAR?
Where does love fit in
when depression is ur air
Like a moth to a flame,
blacking sufficating killing
what u hold dear
Depression is the power
of a rage from the past
Where death is welcomed
depression is its reflectionof what u believe is usually what u see
