I was often cocooned,
Drowned,
Hidden.From the obscenities of the world
I was
"Protected".Treading comfortably,
I swept through my earlier years
Swift as a fox dives for game.But just as swiftly, my sore mind caved
In and out— my soul changed:
Sings songs of fears
And dances rhythms of grief.Shall I head to Lethe?
Drink and drown on my own tears?
Swallow the pill bigger than the elephant in the room?At last I'd feel
From depression's holy grail:
Drunk and dull to the pain,Cocooned,
Drowned,
And hidden.From Realities of Life,
I'm
"Protected".
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Artemis' Pensieve
No FicciónLyrics to the hymns of my messed up mind... Or atleast something that resembles it..