Day 162
06.08.2014
Topic: Depression
Topic given by _flying_to_happiness

Dark clouds
Matter over manner
Implosion of the vulnerable thought
Grows like a wounded seed
Turning into a flower of repercussion
That blossom in the presence of past
Damned by your own thought patterns
There are no lights held at the tunnel
Death only exists as a way in

Birth, avoided
Giving life to nothing but a new signal
Would push you further than the ground

Depression
is the circle of non existence
You are only yourself and no one else
So the image held in your palms
Could never define truth
But it’s too dark to see it