Inborn

Look into the past I see what is to come A life of safety in a world of seclusion Taken every turn with nothing find Retracing my steps but there is no peace of mind Masked depression Total decline A sickness inborn spreading with time Hours to turn to days Days to years Still in torment Still a climate of fear Running out of options Closing in on failure I see the damage Tell me why Grabbed anyone I could to suffer with me Stopping dead in my tracks It is over and done Knocked to my senses with a violent strike Everything rearranged Complete disorder Sifting through the chaos Searching every corner Lost the balance Lost the control Running out of options Closing in on failure I see the damage Tell me why Grabbed anyone I could to suffer with me Stopping dead in my tracks It is over and done