The world's a putrescent sight.
I open up my eyes in the morning that doesn't feel like morning anymore. The World's full of decay and furore. There's always a tint of depression I carry, why I carry is still not known. I now reminisce over the golden days I enjoyed earlier, why not now, I really can't show. There are ups and downs, troughs and crests, I wear a personality all distressed. Pulling me down, down and down, Into an ocean lacking perception and sound. I am a human being, fettered with the chains of emotion. I overthink, to forget the life of devotion. I am determined on breaking the monotony, the malediction cast...