poetic depression
Yeah...I suck.
Tired and agonizing the inner world crumbles
sickly and grotesque and hoping to see anything resembling hope
the pain of continuing begins to overshadow what little good there was left
where the body fails in tempo with the times
people say things go to hell...hell is often brought to them
circumstances being what they never are...the universal tendency flourishes
Life begins to drag on the trinity of existence
The process of living has failed me...
Tired and agonizing the inner world crumbles
sickly and grotesque and hoping to see anything resembling hope
the pain of continuing begins to overshadow what little good there was left
where the body fails in tempo with the times
people say things go to hell...hell is often brought to them
circumstances being what they never are...the universal tendency flourishes
Life begins to drag on the trinity of existence
The process of living has failed me...