| getting worse | |||||
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| notes on Getting Worse: it's the story of depression - each stanza represents a different frame of mind, the different "steps" | |||||
| Getting Worse got an ice cold resolution to rid my heart of this pollution crumbling dreams bury me in former aspirations and there's nothing that can be done hollow love is my pride and joy to hurt even more is all i look foreward for crushed beneath one single mistake haunted by promises i did not break and courage is a stranger so i won't stay here for much longer if my heart rips once more in my vacant soul i'll have to go to a new revalation opening my eyes to the world there is no surprise only misery and lies this burning desire that destroys my insides continues to scar unrestrained a knowing stare stops the world i've learned all i can it's no better to fare alone if i'm driven insane by my pain will you stand by my side? controlling insufficient rage brings me down to a lower level in a pit of despair just let the torture kill me once more and bury me alone no one to stand up to no one to hold as if i would sell a soul that's already been sold i'm already alone so abandonment cannot bother me a last ambition holds no proof holds no use a last passion for the macabre brings me closer to what is my final loss comfort comes from unusual sources the black viel that is closing on me brings a peace i have been away from what will i miss out on now that i'm gone? ~erika boal |
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