feeling slightly blank and broken
as if my presence here were but a paltry token
a gesture acknowledging my right to exist
made convincingly as my heart persists
to beat as it deathly depression resists.
Slain by the dark beast awoken
by deed foul or foul word spoken
hope lies broken, valour has taken ill
honour poisoned by soul-poison that fills
with greed, addictive needs, drains the will.
Break down, bring down, head backwards, back
to the darkness within, to the mind-night black.
When the sun never rises behind the eyes
when all the world seems a prison to depise
Self-hypnotise, legitimise coping method unwise
or buy into prescribed chemical industry lies.