Melancholia, with its poison pen
Ambushes my idle mind
Pulling me into focus
On my faults, many and extreme
Ambushes my idle mind
Pulling me into focus
On my faults, many and extreme
Melancholia, with its dead weight
Crushes my enervated body
Pushing me into retreat
From my form, monstrous and alien
Crushes my enervated body
Pushing me into retreat
From my form, monstrous and alien
Melancholia, with its wrenching howl
Floods my keen ears
Pressing me into silence
My own voice, grating and repugnant
Floods my keen ears
Pressing me into silence
My own voice, grating and repugnant
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