Seconds, minutes, hours
Keep on passing by my desperate self
Depressing black and white

No touch of grey to paint my shell
No sequence to the synthetic smiles
That reach my staring, empty eyes

Half asleep no motivation
To push me to activity


None of the brighter days to come in time
None of the brighter days to light my life


The mirror shows the undead scheme
Of a fractured personality
Silence and tranquility

The only friends I have
No amount of drinks enough
To reach the edge of happiness

None of my memories
Are worth enough to fill my dreams


Never more, never cry
Never laugh, never die
Never lucky, never sad

Never normal, never mad
Loneliness, abandonment
Decay of mind, desperation

Depressive boredom
Depressive life
Depressive me

Depressive time

None of the brighter days to come in time

None of the brighter days to light my life