Melancholy

I felt the obscurity crawling up

He had been patient long enough

Been sticking around for his opportunity for a really long time

Requiring something to turn out badly

An excessive number of contemplations suffocating inside

Ever eager broken personalities

In obscurity corner where he lives

It's everything torn down and festered

At the point when he's parched, no place to cover-up

Plans to take my life, my brain

What he didn't know is the thing that he'd find

I searched her out, similar to the sun she appeared

Presently, consoled that I'm not the only one

Like a toxin to his delicate skin

The affection we offer stays inside.