Over time, I let that seed of uncertainty bloom into a tree. A tree which cannot be cut down for me. A compulsion which befell every part of me. I had crawled back into the rabbit hole I thought I'd never return to, but I am accustomed.
To avoid any leaves of self doubt amidst loved ones. The dirt and earth collapsed and trickled down above me, behind me, as I burrowed deeper and deeper. The more I struggle, the more I die.
Inevitability of darkness. What once was a seed of doubt are roots that shelter me and remind me where I belong -- In a hole. I choke on the world. I choke on the world. And I swallow its contents painfully, yet willingly.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
