Hysteria pulses through my veins,
Forlorn recite recession,
Depression mishappen pathos in the rains,
Poisidon handles love in his reign of suppression.
In the ocean of caterwaul,
There is no one to safeguard the saviour,
Sight a lurid light that divides the miserable,
Embrace the thought of a new found behavior
This is my Melancholy Complication, The One They Shouldn't.
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Just words that flow
A river in my head
It twists and turns
And never stays the same
The current is strong
You can never go back
Pen it down
And remember
The joy of the ride
Through the rough bumpy tide
That are the words
In my mind.