Bleak

Plaese do not steal or copy my work.

I know

More with depression,

Than without.

I want to save them all-

From the twisted agony

My soul pulses

When in hell.

But, I cannot do it.

I cannot save them.

                Not all of them.

Still,
I know

How one’s mind

Shoots up acid

Into the nervous system-

Sending insanity throughout

The unconscious reality.

There is nothing,

Nothing,

You can do to fight.

You must inject your own

Mixed cocktail

To counter

The damage done.