Throw your despair, your broken dreams, and wounds so deep, into this neverending well.
This well much like a spell.
With villains climbing around the walls, scraping away your mind
trying to expel.
With haunting calls and yells that echos, compelling you.
They said no harm would befall you in this well that's so different but so close to hell.
Wishing to fall as well.
Regrets, pain, your stifling family, you seem to forget it all when
looking at that peaceful void, as if it was separated from everything.
They said be careful or else it will draw you in.
Clinging and singing in your mind, it seems to be far worse then to whinge.
It seems you've been caught and my warning for naught, however if you take this string and sling it like a spring.
For tis' not your time, for who else shall act as a key ring for my secrets?