It's a definition,
A superstition with heart ache,
Depression kills they say.
So which way to my death,
I'm at my final pill bottle,
I feel a chill,
I fly just like a kite,
I bite at my tongue,
A sly relief,
Holographic sights,
My high feels like flights.
Depression kills they repeat,
So where's the heat,
I can't feel my feet anymore,
I need supervision,
Compression on my brain,
My vision blurs.
Who's there?
The solution is to feel,
But two halves of a heart numbs you,
It's dumb,
My delusion comes alive,
My eyes are lost,
I lose to depression,
Again...
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
PoetryA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
