My skin bleeds grief,

The future seems a rotted ass,

self tormented,

The future seems a rotted ass.

I lie detached,

sorry for myself

Depression is my life.

Suffering at my own will,

a tool to overcome,

the long for your touch

A fragile shell,

a hairline crack,

border for insanity.

I hunt, thorn tears me apart

Driven Down Deep

I search,

an emotional response,

but come up short,

words to express,

need not be said,

The pain shows in my face,

My skin bleeds grief,

The future seems a rotted ass,

self tormented,

The future seems a rotted ass.