Dark thoughts surrounding mind like a spider's web around its preys, the desire for music quenched by trigger songs hitting nerves one by one, the joys decay.
Oh how the mighty have fallen screams depression at the ear, isolation creeps in, nobody fucking cares, fuck this sphere, just wanna get out of here, reiterate out of mind, out of sight depression might just kill another tonight.
But let's not fight this losing battle, playing with triggers, this is not a tackle, this is full surrender. Dark thoughts screaming out like cops, get out the car and put your hands behind your back, and at this point there's just no fight, full surrender..
©antonio
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