

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] The fog has no teeth, but it’s eating the trees, Dragging its belly across the dead leaves. I’m walking a line where the dirt meets the black, With a shivering weight hanging onto my back. (An anxiety attack) [Verse 2] The creek is a throat that is choked up with silt, Swallowing every last drop of my guilt. I’m digging a hole with my fingernails raw, In the soft, rotting earth of a cold winter thaw. (Bleeding through it all) [Guitar Breakdown] [Climax] (The guitar stops dead. Just the raw, strained vocal.) GOD, I’M JUST SO TIRED OF TRYING! OF PRETENDING THE DEAD PARTS OF ME AREN'T DYING! I’M BURYING THE PERSON I WAS TOLD I SHOULD BE! AND I’M BEGGING THE DARKNESS TO JUST LET ME BE! I’M STILL HERE! I’M STILL HERE! I’M STILL HERE! OHHH I’M TIRED OF TRYING [Guitar Solo] (One high, clean harmonic rings out, followed by a warm, melodic solo in D-Major. The rhythm underneath is a steady, comforting strum.) [Verse 3] The light is a needle that’s stitching the sky, I’m watching the last of the vultures go by. The dirt on my hands is just dirt anymore, Not the burden of something I carried before. (Showing me that there’s more) [Outro] The woods are just wood. The water is blue. And I’m finally, finally through.
Tags
Open D Minor. Slow, haunting fingerpicking. Acoustic. Male. Dark country. Capturing performance.
3:19
No
3/11/2026