Mania, my dear, your white
is now gray. Your light fades
and you send me off to
another place. Everything is black.
Depression, my darling, your black
swallows me. Your ebony sparks
a flame in my gut, and I scream
for mercy. You are trapped inside
my head; you are part of me.
Insanity, my love, you’re calling me,
and I reach for you,
as you hide your skeletons and
avoid spilling blood. I wait for an
opportunity to begin our affair -
your lips seem to be rather enticing.
Reality, my friend, you’re no longer enticing
to me. The sense you give is not
genuine. You project a word
of uncertainty. I have been used
by you. I have no way to describe
you. You make me sick; I hate you.
Hope, my foe, I have no use for you
and your games. I have always left
the bad behind, but you follow me
everywhere. I am here, hanging
from a cliff, and you just walk by
again. I thought I could survive for a
moment, but you snipped my last thread.
Created: Jan 02, 2012honestlydramatic Document Media