Untold attempts to fend
Yet here comes the pain again
Like all the flies that feed along my moldy coated spine
I seek the rotted meat
I seek the rot
I've worked so hard to bleach my joyless taste and woes
Yet my eyes well up again
Salt streams run down my skin
Depression's not a phase that passes once you're old
And this makes me sad to think
I can't help but to sink
So run along you dog, I'll see you once again
My oldest loyal friend
Sticks with me to the end
Total helplessness
