This Hole

(The depression fall)
Seeking my foundation in the mud of my depression
Landslide suicide into the darkest deepest hole
Digging forever broken fingers constructing my new home

Digging deeper digging fever
Digging into stix
Cut my eyes to realize depression is my daily fix

(The great regret)
Hatred growing, emotion showing vertical descend
Suffering sadness mourning madness
Happiness absent
Signs of self mutilation all reason is hell-bent
Myself and this hole are all I have left

I look up I see the sun morbid and decayed
The blind man cries in his holy shade
Until with time he fades

(The equal question)
I am tuned with inhuman frequency
The dark waves flow with inconsistency
Force to question my creation
And the creation questions me

Why do I exist of body parts but inside there’s no soul
I exist without a soul to fit this dark deep hole

(The inevitable invitation)
Adrenaline death call in this godforsaken worm hole
The underworld’s hosting there annual grand ball

I will dance and I will sing with sorrow tears depression brings
Death will come but I will sleep tired from the eternal dig
Macabre waltz on the tears of the tiresome
Nursing my forgotten glory
Time to end my pathetic mourning my king and his devils are calling...

(Death)
I died in the hole I was digging

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