Tilbake Tilbake: Depresjon

It comes at night

It comes at night

Like clockwork
Tik tok, tik tok, tik tok
Like a vinyl injection it spreads in my veins
It’s a disease and I can’t control it,
the night I mean.

The demons are checking in.
One by one. Hour by hour.
At 9- the hunger
At 10- the restlessness
At 11- the heartache
At 00- the feeling of pointlessness
Then at last, the wave.

By now, I am no more
I am outnumbered
The demons won again
when they come at night

Til forsiden