Sunday, 3 January 2016

Black II

The walls and ceilings feel as if they are closing in on you
You can’t function rationally
Laziness pervades
There is no future
All is black
Self loathing seeps from every pore
All is lost
There is no love
A fog clouds the eyes
Storms have eyes
Confusion rains
Torrential reigns
Manacled to morbid grotesque melancholy


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