And there are times
When my body feels so melancholic.
I can't even manage to stand on my feet.
There's a whole universe running inside my head.
Working on pulling me apart from reality.
There's this chaos in my heart.
And obscurity in my head.
Riddles in my soul.
And insecurities in my vein.
All I desire is for tranquility to fill the atmosphere.
And the lifelessness of my life to come to denouement.
There's this echo that keeps repeating
Of how hideous, how worthless, how unwanted I am.
And I surrender to the demon inside my head,
who is none other than myself.