Over the Garden Wall

Through the cracks in the wall, I watched the black mold grow

Nothing would stop the spread, the ground starts to tremble below

Drenched in thoughts so unnerving

Tighten the grip around my neck, pain evolves

I finally forget

Doused in bleach

Suicide of the mind

Just to feel relief

Everlasting, the stress refuses to leave

Only consuming

Doused in gasoline

Will I burn for the things I've seen?

Neglect the need to be heard

Silence speaks

Boarded up the windows to block out the lights

I tried to hide from the world I built until it died

Overgrown like a vine

Rooted into the hands of the clock

Killing time

Am I just unwell these days?

I'm not myself

And it feels like I'll never change

Too late for me

Nothing's healing the hurt, only worsens the pain

I led myself to be slaughtered here

Killed by my own knife

Suicide of the mind

I led myself to be slaughtered here

Killed by apathy

Could never see things clear

Is there a meaning to this?

Am I just unwell these days?

I'm not myself

And it feels like I'll never change

Too late for me

Nothing's healing the hurt

Am I just unwell these days?

I'm not myself

And it feels like I'll never change

Too late for me

Nothing's healing the hurt, only worsens the pain

Overgrown like a vine

Rooted into the hands of the clock

Killing time