have you ever had days when you just wanted to curl up inside yourself and cry and die, some days i do and its just a terrible feeling within, even if there's no actual manifestation of insanity. poison in my veins, that's what you are, that was what i said. you're the morphine i cant do without.
and well. nothing's changed, much. oh, of course its better outwardly but the obsidian mist within just condenses and threatens to crowd over. and there's only one person who can save me from drowning helplessly, hello please hear me. as much as part of me is utterly fascinated at the idea of how deep you can sink in this watery abyss, the brain screams at the heart to wakeupgetalife. you know somewhere this aint what you want, dont you, this is why you pray every night you'd see better days.

so draw aside those curtains and let the light in.