fisher king's wasteland

(based on Metallica's The Thing That Should Not Be) parents' fear is gripping tight terror as they kill the light hyper child begins to see an opportunity to roam free fearless wretch insanity he watches lurking and trolling me he sneaks to a forbidden site he searches hunter in the shadows is rising remorseless in madness you dwell crawling chaos, on the ground yelp a tiny, twisted sound out from blankets, now possessed feels no pity, out of breath fearless wretch insanity he watches lurking and trolling me priceless sleep has been upset he awakens hunter in the shadows is rising remorseless in madness you dwell in madness you dwell overtired but will not lie endless nights may make you cry drain you of your sanity face the kid that would not sleep fearless wretch insanity he watches lurking and trolling me he sneaks to a forbidden site he searches hunter in the shadows is rising remorseless in madness you dwell

i take our love for granted if i didn't love you if i wasn't committed to you committed to our private asylum i would have walked a long time ago and so would you so i take our love for granted on our good days when we're two giddy teenagers fighting over who loves who more fighting over who gets to hold our son, basking in delight on the days he picks me over you basking in small corners of old buildings in the rays of the sun reflecting off snow lined window frames reflecting off of slick skin bonded with ancient magic and taut with the ecstasy of two halves becoming whole and beginning to heal your gifts to me and mine to you and on our dark days when bruises and scratches cover our hearts and the floor is slick with spent lives lives spent in cold forests on dark moons where aliens convinced us that we were alone in the universe that our lives didn't matter and couldn't matter while they brutally tore into our cores seeking to destroy the

my life is full of joys and success and i am hyper aware of just how much i am blessed deep down in my core i am truly grateful but here on the sun-kissed surface of my soul i am dispirited, distressed by every traumatic event by next month's unpaid rent, by every abuse, by every betrayal, by every injustice, by every bend in the trail that was almost a break we're told that depression is a chemical imbalance a physiological malfunction but the truth is that depression is a psychological symptom, not a physical cause perhaps it's "pessimism writ large", or else just "optimism overwritten" i've recently learned how my years of ptsd and burnout are doing the same sort of long-term damage to my prefrontal cortex as psychiatric medication only without the benefits that my personality has been gradually decomposing into a downward spiral stairway through the gates of hell and as i circle around and around i see every interaction's intention as its da