My World

I am depressed, I am stressed
I am pressed for time
even in this modern world
I feel the need to whine

Whine about the sadness
whine about the fights
whine about the madness
whine about the nights

Nights when the blood runs cold
from when I crawl into bed till
when the terror and the horror unfold
blood so cold the body goes still

Still enough to scare
to still to bear
o so still, still enough
the terror can tear

tear at my heart
my soul, my mind
tear me into pieces
no one cares to find

Find them, mind them,
love them, mend them
Find them and piece them back together
fasten them tight, break them never

Never hate,
always love,
but still the devil
shot the dove