The Dark Valley

Hours spent per day
Thinking of the days, like isntants of pain
Knifes in my head, slowly pulled out
Razer cuts on an open wound

And I circle
And I spiral
Deeper and deeper in a darkest of valleys

Still awakening dead nights with dead happenings
Visioning past in the present
Convalescent thinking
Still doesn't matter

And I circle
And I spiral
Deeper and deeper in a darkest of valleys

But i can awake

Openning my eyes suddenly
In direct sunlight
Relieves
Put's it a sleep for a while

And I awaken
And I numb
As the Present is the Past sum