The Limitation

Through the clouds I can vaguely see
The sillouhette of the thing haunting me
It's presence is vague but its scent is thick
I feel it coming I know its tricks

This thing knows only my insecurity
For inside me it lurks it waits for the key
This door I can't close brings a wind of depression
I know that I'm better I'll teach it a lesson

To rise above this gloomy mist is all seen to need
This condensation on my brain this thing it must feed
Grasp reality because it might slip away
Leaving me with nothing in darkness I must stay

A mental oil change its been so many fucking miles
Years without a filter a filter for those tears
Still I move forward and wait for that day
To overcome its presence to push it all away