We Were Skeletons - The Buried Seat lyrics

I find myself followed by the una**ailable specter of depression: a mournful black dog that sits beside me always, staring. And like having a scarf wrapped too tight about my throat, my wrists bound behind my back I lay in thralldom. To be tossed into a river, gripped by the current and choking for want of air (and movement, and mirth,) I lay thus entombed in sheets of fabric and coral, ever wondering when my bonds shall be cut loose. Be a bridge unto my weeping so I can cross over this valley without being snared by the machinations of my mind and weary heart. For a maiden sits upon my chest and I know not how to move her.