Pariah | Muse

Nothing is possibly more profound and of greater volume within silence than a thought 

Especially after a rather deafening day

That seems to be all the days these days 

& every night’s decompression session ends in a rush of depression 

I’m so afraid it’ll send my mind into a spiral of regression

I’d like to think so much better of myself 

What I think is that I deserve to feel more peace 

That my days should stop blending into weeks and months of mental captivity 

Without my even noticing; it’s March… 

I remember December, yesterday, tossing and turning into today 

Where has the time gone? 

I’ve lost it to this world for its benefit, and it’s punished me in return

I’ll never do so much as breathe for anyone but myself again

It’s the only way my own thoughts will become louder than they already are, it’s the only way I’ll listen 

Girl, uninterrupted