Morbid Depression


Lying in bed unable to sleep,
Despair calls to my weep.
In the abyss I fall deep,
Darkness starts to creep.

In sadness I wallow.
Is there any hope for tomorrow.
With no light to follow,
I walk this path of sorrow.

Time poisons morality.
Grown weary of reality.
Free me from this brutality.
Imprisoned by a grim mentality.

Send me to my demise.
Death be my greatest prize.
Rip out my eyes.
End all my cries.

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