• In depression,
    there is no backing out,
    Everytime I go into deep depression mode,
    all I do is shout.
    There are no waits or buts,
    there is no special potion for healing cuts.
    I can't cry or shout,
    I can't go back now,
    I don't know how.
    You can't beat my catastrophic power,
    for you are still yet a weak coward.
    You have no strength,
    I can go beyond the lengths.
    I do indeed have my limits,
    but there is a new kind of blitz.
    Will there be crimson rain,
    or will there be pain?
    Bloody crimson eyes watching me,
    I am not loved,
    for I am the one who cannot see.