I should start searching for my bliss but i'm too busy reaching for the depths of me.
I left paranoia next to my bed so it won't trouble my sleep. Yet, it keeps whispering in my ear, singing death's lullaby. Everytime, it kills me in my dream.
Buried under the soil and the dirt.
Put into the ground by those who never understood my pain.
Six feet under, no one will see my hurt.