I'm bringing me down and that's bringing me down.
I do not know anything else.
I wear a shattered bleeding crown,
I just can't help myself.
Spiraling into my hell,
I'm ringing out the broken bells,
no one else can even tell,
the depths of fear that I here quell.
Suddenly I feel like fleeing
from myself and all my bleating,
oh this horrid sinking feeling,
like something upon me feeding.
Something evil and malignant,
but I know its but a figment.
I am just so damned indignant,
plus my brain's damaged equipment.
I am trapped within this world
my sails to never be unfurled.
Through this orbit I am hurled,
in fetal position curled.
I let down all those I love,
and they'd be wise to be rid of
this tainted crazy mutant dove,
far from them me yes they should shove.
So now I ruin everything
that was supposed to make me sing.
Addicted to my suffering
and all the trauma that it brings.