Why should I keep reiterating the words that are meaningless to you?

I sink into a sea of blankets,

as I become enveloped by the sound of screaming vocals.

And Jesse Lacey is singing in my ears tonight.

I can't shake this little feeling.

Lately, the depression has found it's way back from the lair.

And I can feel it tugging at my hair.

Crawling in my veins.

Pulsating in my mind.

And I want to fucking scream.

& today I do not feel well in my skin.

I want to peel back the scabs to reveal the pain.

Oh, the suffering.

say, i don't mind you under my skin,

i'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in.

Exhausted of your existence.

You breathe pessimism as if

it's the air in your lungs.

& I am done with the foul stench,

this continuous insecurity-after-insecurity.

Replacing proximity with distance.

And no, I am not sorry for my absence.

the storm is comin', the storm is comin' in.

& I could easily deteriorate your self-esteem.