Particularly grim so
It cripples me and holds me close
But I don't want to be close
I want to stay away
With cracks and holes as big as stone
It's easy to get lose in the crevices of evil
But it's damaging and leaves you small
Like one part of a whole
Sickening and bleak as a cemetery
It makes you feel like death is the answer
But death is the question
And there is no answer to find
So then why does the sun rise every day
To see the pain and misery you keep away?