It makes my heart yearn.
And how those birds sing.
I long to be free.
I need release.
Why won’t the demons listen to my plea?
I will never experience the kiss of peace.
I’ve seen the bottom, but oh gosh I want to see the top.
I only have one wish.
Never to delve further into the drop.
I now resemble a cold fish.
I’m falling and I don’t think I can stop.
I feel like a dirty dish.
When will this feeling cease?
It’s slowly killing me.
I think I need mental police.
This feeling is like a shot to the knee.
Please, oh, please release me from this curse.
The feeling keeps coming like a killing spree.
Silence the void and put me in the hearse.