Dispel you depression
your desire your pain
what hides in that lonely corner of your psyche?
is it really all you make it up to be?
that sordid piece of yourself
what an unfathomable abyss
in a world of conformity
suffering has become creativity
an emotional maelstorm with a desperation for retribution
now thats how you know your living
wont you take back those sweet nothings whispered in my ear?
or just leave them there to shatter my stability
lies calculated but fluid
don't you know the rhythm must be precise?
those whispers still aren't dead just hidden
