How quickly the world crumbles,
When that black dog reappears,
Gone are the dreams of stardom,
And all that remains are the tears.
How quickly the sunshine fades,
When that demon squeezes your throat,
Gone is the bliss of boredom,
And all you want to write is a note.
How quickly the vapid vanish,
When suddenly your smile can’t sustain,
Gone are the friends of the easy Kingdom,
And you can’t even be bothered to complain.
Because, tell me, who would be there to listen?
Listen to the feelings of a madman,
Who sees shadows where there is light,
And nothing where there is sand.
How monstrous the feeling can be,
When you can no longer convince yourself of a lie,
You no longer want to be alive,
But don’t yet want to die.