Crystal Clouds
It wasnt the darkness lined with the white desperation...the screams drowned by violent lubrication...the angry gnome cloaked in spines in my throat...or the dawn I mistook for three sunrises ago...I was afraid...but...it wasnt my void I filled w passive agressive opression...the oscar deserving charm of self loathing and regression...the power of the weakness ...or smoke induced haze to silver line depression...my fears resounded with the lift of veil ...invalid truths I know too well...my fate sealed long ago from a forceful kiss from death...please continue this deception with an inhale...calm white breath....
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In feel depression and in the midst of undiagnosed mental illness I tried to lose myself in drugs....but only found the darkness of humanity.