Friday, September 16, 2011

Depressed

Troubled heart so clearly felt.

Uncover the mystery that had been buried.

Make me down into silence.

Holding down a very deep sore.


My heart is uneasy.

Wound my soul no longer ignored.

I want to go leave this world.

Tuk forget all that has happened.


Vacuum increasingly enveloped me.

Membenamku increasingly dim black.

Asa co-led fantasy.

Take me away in the shadows of pseudoscience.


Minutes of love makes me weak.

Bury me in compassion fatigue.

So moan sore point.

Dissolve I in a fret.

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