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This piece is untitled. Simply because it is not important enough to have one. I wrote it during class, while I was supposed to take notes. My teacher told me to publish it. So, here it is.
~~~Your very favorite pessimist,
Milo Greyson Watkins
Small wisps of darkness curl around my head
Talons of smoke reaching into the depths of my mind
Pulling out the memories I'm desperate to forget
The pain races through me
Like the sting of salt in a fresh wound
Kill me now
The little voice whispers
It wants me gone
Though I still aim to fight against it
I'm powerless against the unbreakable bond between us
Heat rips through my veins as the monster attacks
Pulling at my every thought
An alternate universe materializes in front of my eyes
Blocking out any light carefree moments
The darkness has mastery over me
On the outside I look Bright
But my inner turmoil often consumes me
The pain acts as a pit of tar
The harder I struggle
The farther I sink
My heart craves a season's change
Some wind to make the rusty gears grind
The acidic tongues of depression lick the sliver of dwindling hope that remains
Deep within me it hides
Slowly dissipating into thin air
The future seems desolate
A barren land of weakness
The monster no longer slowly creeps into my life
Because it is always there
Dark and thick
The oil slicks everything in my path
Staining my life an inky black
Begging for the light of love to shine upon it
But the light won't ever push through
Because the monsters acrid breath has me suffocating
Seldom letting me breathe
Only waking me to serve him
I am locked in depression's chains
Forevermore
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