melancholy ;; poems & shit

State of Mind

State of Mind

Depression is a state of mind

but remember my dear

it is a crime

to cut the throat of a beloved soul

and suck the life from within the hole

cross out the lies that left your lips

and drink the blood with thirsty sips

snap her bones into shattered glass

hold your breath until the screaming pass

shout her name from miles away

he doesn't move he doesn't stay.

Rip the wound with foolish tears

and cover the scar with dreaded fears

taste the pain on your own bandaged tongue

and drip the tears into her precious lungs

shoot the smile from her face

and bring her to a forbidden place

screaming, she runs away

he doesn't move he doesn't stay.