a ballad to depression.

Burning flames and dreams like fire
call me Darling, take me higher
there's a hole inside your soul in wires
your truest hopes are about to expire.

Tell me how long have you been a liar
in this life of self-destructing desire
where nothing can make you happy or inspire
life... Have you always been this tired?

I've got the part of the Lady in distress
and I wear a shiny pretty dress
in front of people who I'm trying to impress
in a way they feel possessed.

What they don't see is that I am depressed
with every fibre in my body nonetheless.
For years I have been obsessed
with beauty, sunshine, lovers and finesse.

I only wanted your forever
the way you looked at me so clever
adamant and strong, however
all I got was crystal clear 'never'.

Hold me close, the end is near.
I've been yours for probably a thousand years
and I still remember how you called me Dear.
Now shut your eyes. Embrace the fear.


V.



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