Over the Garden Wall

Through the cracks in the wall, I watched the black mold grow Nothing would stop the spread, the ground starts to tremble below Drenched in thoughts so unnerving Tighten the grip around my neck, pain evolves I finally forget Doused in bleach Suicide of the mind Just to feel relief Everlasting, the stress refuses to leave Only consuming Doused in gasoline Will I burn for the things I've seen? Neglect the need to be heard Silence speaks Boarded up the windows to block out the lights I tried to hide from the world I built until it died Overgrown like a vine Rooted into the hands of the clock Killing time Am I just unwell these days? I'm not myself And it feels like I'll never change Too late for me Nothing's healing the hurt, only worsens the pain I led myself to be slaughtered here Killed by my own knife Suicide of the mind I led myself to be slaughtered here Killed by apathy Could never see things clear Is there a meaning to this? Am I just unwell these days? I'm not myself And it feels like I'll never change Too late for me Nothing's healing the hurt Am I just unwell these days? I'm not myself And it feels like I'll never change Too late for me Nothing's healing the hurt, only worsens the pain Overgrown like a vine Rooted into the hands of the clock Killing time