No matter what I do, it comes back to this
And I sit and I know that the uncontrollable,
Terrifying feeling inside
While I cry
Is my heart tearing apart and
The blackness is too great to overcome.
Welling, deep, springing forth,
When will it come, I feel the imminence,
But in its cruelty it wanes and returns, stronger waves
With each tide.
I’m chained to this rock and
My mind,
My heart will never be released.
And the knowledge, the positiveness I know in that
Is killing.