Clay

Stressed, sick, in need of sedation Finding it hard to feel positive sensation My thoughts wander, my heart fades... Dies Without you, it's torture, my soul quietly cries Yet you enter the room, something is shaken Feeling more alive, my happiness stirs, it has awakened In your presence again I am one... I am alive Though once you are dismissed, withering I am deprived I seep deeper into the madness of my depression It grows with fury, the thorns of aggression One day with all of my insanity I will fade away While riding into the dusk, on my winged horse made of clay...