• Dark closes, holds, smothers.
    with it comes loneliness crushing.
    and what is the cure, a draught?
    how do I hold the tears but cry?
    why do i bleed when nothing is: broken, scarred, cut?
    no thats a lie, you may not see.
    but I'm covered in cuts ones immaterial
    and I bleed, and scream, and cry,
    and smother it all so you don't hear
    no one hears because i don't want them to.
    so here I steep, locked in a cage
    keeping others away as I crave them.
    life worth the living? I don't know
    but I can't go on this way cause sooner or later
    I'LL BLEED OUT