Necker Cubed Brain.

Odd Mood and Understood (?)

Corresponding matches between uneven numbers

It makes more sense than what goes by around me

Chasing your tail like a dog in easy slumbers

"And I will strike down upon thee"

For I am what you're not and you are nobody

Drowning in meaningless words and silly indie songs

Help is nearby and you're ignoring it voluntarily

Selecting your aids carefully with claws and tongs

The sun is blue and you're with daltonism

Copacetic waterfall of tears pouring down on your head

The smiles are staring at your skepticism

Failed attempts to conceal your dread

Are you trying to make art out of your feelings?

You do know that will only get your worse, right?

Just burn them on your walls, paint them on your ceilings

Overjoy? Not by a blame sight

Over and over you get down

Down on your knees, down syndrome

Put on your surgical gown

And let's operate this meaningless conundrum

Because depression is just a stationary sickness

Much like cancer

Because depression is just an addictive illness

Like an answer

Questions that don't exist

And I ask myself: What's the problem?

Responses we have kissed

And leaves that have fallen

It's a brain disease, not a fucking state of mind

So get here, kill me or kiss me, and cure me

Get me out, unconfined

"And I will strike down upon thee"