It has gone so quiet Except for a gentle whisper The air has a heavier feel And the temperature slightly crisper My mind is going deep inside I feel the soul is blackening The motivation I had before Is gone and sorely lacking As I sit here In the quiet of the night Sometimes I want to submit Sometimes I want to fight With each step That i take I move further to my prison Or my escape I want to dance in thoughts of night And cry through the depression But make sure the choke hold isn't too tight Finding the balance is the lesson To crave the darker thoughts Is a dangerous game and can have a cost Cause once you have entered the abyss It's all too easy to get lost As I sit here In the quiet of the night Sometimes I want to submit Sometimes I want to fight With each step That i take I move further to my prison Or my escape If you take a wrong turn You need to get out fast Or you might find an obstacle That's too hard to get past The mind spins and twirls The danger of overthinking The quicksand surrounds me And I am sinking As I sit here In the quiet of the night Sometimes I want to submit Sometimes I want to fight With each step That i take I move further to my prison Or my escape
