There’s nights where I wish I’d die
Each time that I pass the entrance
Wander up and peek inside
And what would they mention?
Would it all end with a quiet procession?
In writing the end it’s
Hard to digest this
Side of depression
Into the trenches
Desperate to end this
Suffer my own submission
Theres nights that I wish that I cared
Always in a state of stalling
I think I’m already there
How do you decipher
The heart of a fighter
When you have to die first?
It’s all on the wire
Will anyone pine for
My voice in the choir?
There’s no end in sight
This tunnel vision has been clouding my eyes
(Like shadows against the night)
I fell into a void this time
(Looks like there’s no end in sight)
Like headlights to a young deer
It feels like I’ve been paralyzed