Philosophical Death
Depression got me thinking philosophical
Are we really here am I mythological?
Screws coming loose, minds psychological lifes coming to an end it was purely periodical
Tryna catch up To my sanity.
I'm searchin for clarity in this ugly reality
Never meant to play with the devil sold my soul out of vanity.
Now my life is broken and I can't find the pieces
Temperature drops as my heart rate decreases and seizes
I'm all out of words in feelin so speechless
I've dug my own grave I stare down in the deepness'
I sense death and fall to my knees
Empty thoughts, its peace Im at ease
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