Caught thinking of the right thing to do

In and out

Of consciousness and boiling over you

Just the thought

Of falling on the face of moving forward

Brings the breeze I needed to a halt

Stuck suffocating, thinking it all through

Spiral out in solitude

I could be your seasonal depression

Your personal question

The souvenir stuffed deep in your drawer

All your consequences

Addled, apprehensive

I am the evil scratching at your door

Busy fabricating my fortitude

The rabbit hole

Going deeper down than I thought it could

Struggle to slow

Down my brain from catching fire in all directions

Thanks for asking but my skin just needs to soak

In the shadows, under shelter, far from truth

On the wrong side of rеsolute

I could be your seasonal dеpression

Your personal question

The souvenir stuffed deep in your drawer

All your consequences

Addled, apprehensive

I am the evil scratching at your door

Every good intention

Scrutinized and spread thin

The souvenir stuffed deep in your drawer

All the hesitation

Your anchor in the ocean

The honourable mention at your door

I'm still the evil scratching at your door

Coming home to find you on the floor