This Black Veil

This black veil; around me...
Surrounds me; confounds me...
Can it drown me in its inky void
Shred my spirit, to a point destroyed?
 
Is this where I choose to dwell/repair
In this malevolent reservoir of my despair?
Because this black veil is an intimate vortex
Born and bred in my cerebral cortex
And I can't escape, or wipe the slate...
Clean my head; before I suffocate...
 
And I know it's always there; it surrounds me...
As it confounds me, as it drowns me...
To fight the fight would be to no avail
'cause I'm trapped, alone, in this black veil