I forget I used to be
More than this, more than empty
It's hard to see how there could be
More than this monotony
Every listless endless day
Buried under your own skin
Every bleak and endless night
Waiting for the world to end
I can no longer distinguish you from your shadow
I'm drowning, giving in
To the bile consuming me
Lift this veil, this grey shroud,
Purge me of this melancholia