I woke seeking something different
And I hear this almost mute clicking
The soul timepiece that is ticking
My eyes seeking looking trying to find something
It's the space that gets to you
Calling to you, fail, in the darkness please
Flail on the ground until the black robes find you
Skeletal angels take another into hell
Because I'm not okay with this life
And I'm not okay with glancing down at these empty hands
Everyday seeking something that isn't there
But it's not important... nothing is important
It's all something we look for...
It's never there
Maybe it's this depression
Maybe it's all the inner hate
Maybe it's all adding weight
To this heavy sinking flesh
Descending lower and lower Into the depths
Until deafness is the only comfort
To where nothing will ever be enough
I look back on memories but what is a memory?
It's all thoughts that we can't trust.
Is there life at the bottom of the sea?
Or is it all just me...