DEPRESSION

My head is empty yet these thoughts come rushing in like the stream of a river. bare are my feet the fruits that I find on the trees I eat.
I will find myself tucked away in a bed made of palm leaves. draining the poison from my body that has turned purple and numb and is slowly becoming undone.

The drops of rain are calling out my name
The monsters that I have become want to chase me away. I refuse to run even though at this moment I care to die. find me a place to hide.

Depression sets in
I am leaving this place that has left me
There is nothing here except the u.f.o. hanging in the air.

Is it my imagination
are we really alone?
who cares let us rejoice in our fears
The truth is senseless

My days are numbered
I will soon turn to dust
is there love inside of this black heart or only lust?
It is early in the morning.I wake up by myself, I look at the other side of my bed to see the words that were previously said.

I feel like a dead man
these stains left an awful mess
my sins I would rather not confess
I do not like to stand naked in front of the mirror
I am afraid that I will laugh at my scars