Seasonal Affective Disorder.
The winter blues, bring gray like hues
to add to the "Ain't No Sunshine" time confusion.
Ain't no break of dawn, 'cause dawn has been momentarily broken.
Mid-day gloom, I must now assume a position fetal-like in the
abyss of lonely comfort that is my room,
this will be my tomb if soon...
I am not found.
I need inspiration.
Someone tell the ghosts outside to turn off the night and go to bed.
They could sleep in my room, on the floor, beside the other things
that I wish didn't matter.
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