The Black Dog
Trying to live by imaginary rules,
We believe we have to follow,
Only to think we're always failing,
Left feeling useless, empty and hollow.
With eyes red raw and burning,
From all the tears that's been cried,
Your demons begin to take control,
Stealing your soul and self pride.
Nightmares haunt you if you sleep,
Drowning in darkness through the day,
Happiness now becomes a distant memory,
Not knowing when you last felt that way.
Eating away at your contentment,
Suffocating your brain with black fog,
It can hijack you at any moment,
The paralysing curse of the black dog.
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