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Depression Myself, I am hell.
A black box which was once opaque,
The dancing thoughts once mine
Are now detached.
Spiralling. Falling.
My eyes no longer see beauty
In a universe
Unequivocally spinning.
Blinkered shades of purple
My ears no longer ignore.
The voices close in
Whispering. Crystal.
Ripping my mind from my body,
A vulture tearing limbs
From a carcass. Festered.
Bleeding lungs are starved.
Will you feed them? Nourish?
Life is draining from me
Drop by drop by drop.
that feeling, that image, that experience is one i'll gladly keep on the opposing side the this window. whatever happened to spark such a feeling is a wildfire in unto itself
Little Leprechaun