My Lifeline
How am I supposed to see the light,
When I am encompassed by an ever growing cloud of darkness?
I have no power, I have no might
Come along on my journey, be my witness
I am sinking, drowning in my thoughts
I am flooded with tears in the depths of my ocean of depression
Among the fishes, I begin to rot
My body floats in the void, my face has no expression
Looking above I faintly see my savior
My demons claw at me while I make my escape, but I put up a fight
First breath of a new dawn, no longer in danger.
My life line is composed of pen and paper, finally I see the light.
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