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Depression- you creep in Howling winds, Hyenas tearing out Jugulars of prey. Pray for silence, For white Noise; heed the gravestones, To disturb them Conjures ghosts. Wear your fleece, Fill lockets with dancing Sand. Whiskey is porous When flowing over Stygian souls. All water is life, Is loneliness On Mars- God of war Succumbs to the dark of Night. A brackish Dampness for your blanket. Nervous twitches. When aches and visions Metastasize into growths, Masses of flesh, shoggoths, Fall not into deep deep dream. Jackals bay at your hyaenas. Tip- Toe, tread lightly On lightning bugs For their magic heals Those chosen to be Healed. Pert lips part in Dulcet tones; waiting to nip The heels of this danse macabre Called depression. #poetry #WhereDoIComeUpWithThisShit
Posted on: Sat, 05 Jul 2014 04:25:54 +0000

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