PROZAC NATION

I sit in a field of dead flowers
Blackened petals blanket the dry ground
The decayed trees, over me the tower
There is no life or consciousness to be found

I look up into the greyed sky
The sun fights to break out
The howling crows above me fly
Inside I feel my soul fight and shout

The menacing clouds threatening
The moon eclipses the fiery star
The rain falls, wind whispering... Its upsetting
My chill raises every scar

Falling to the ground I cry
I feel decay as my soul dies
I want to heal...my tourniquet let me try
But all comforting words are lies

I close my misted eyes
Dont try to fix me!
Filled lying in myself silent cries
Open your eyes and you will see!

My demon glares and grins
Return me to my salvation
I must pay for my tangled sins
Im lost in this Prozac nation