Island Universe [IN CONTINUATION*]

the garden of eden - depression poetry

it's like magic;
i draw with silver—
only for it to turn red.

it's almost so surreal;
how my mind takes something so simple,
and reverts it into a giant clusterfuck.

how my mind was once so pure,
so innocent,
and now only thinks the thoughts of death.

how a mind can be transcendent,
so beautiful,
and later can become satan himself.

lucifer.
the serpent in the garden of eden;
the negative in a utopian paradise.

depression.
the thoughts of suicide;
the cloud that masks minds of struggling teens.

but most importantly—
the cause of all my problems,
but also the solution to them.