There is slaughter here
Right now don't you know ?
As the clock ticks at midnight
With evening resuming and shut of lights
I want you to follow anxiety
The pain , the shrug, the melancholy
within ,
The desperations left unsaid
The need of worth between conscience and mind .
Don't you know it hurts
Well you won't want to know .
When blood cold and red was on my hands
When I was humiliated all bare and worst
Is the journey so strong and motivating
I had no answers to find and achieve
With no sense of excitement have you felt it ?
Right here ,right now ,
Feel the very breathe I am holding
The charm of your life will disappear
It's the haunting voice of my life
Leaving me dejected and depressed
In this rock solid hard reality
The one less told
DEPRESSION.
- AGNES
