The crippling pain of depression
seems to envelope small minds as
we curve through the long woven
path of humanity
To sleep in our beds and stream through
like a snake in the rotten soiled tubing
of our cryptic lives.
Each day we wake and wish to die.
but fail to ever live
it usually takes the fate of others
to worry one damp soul
we are hung in a pit
where only lies and terrible sins
could save us from impurity.
one whines for sight but fails to see
that his sight is not sought
A ghost in love like the bones of our sky.
impenetrable lies falter hasty goodbyes
uniformed youths circle in guilt,
spinning in song through sully
brown haze of an
angelic tune.
ensnared,
beaten ,
crushed
and
drowned
in the rivers of our disdained adolescents
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