Melancholic Inception

Deliver me into my hell, Load up the shotgun shells. Save the words I will not hear, I’ve decided to live in fear. I’ll bury my pain in these scars, As the PTSD sets off alarms. If peace is money, I have no wealth It’s hard to win a war against yourself. Sometimes I wish I couldn’t love, So I could abandon what’s above. Sanity was banished far before, I was enlisted in this war. If peace is money, I’ll always be poor I can predict the weather, but can’t change the storm. Bury me beneath my memories, Suffocate me inside my agony, This is where I want to be, This is who I can’t defeat…