I find myself followed by the unassailable specter of depression:
a mournful black dog that sits beside me always, staring.
And like having a scarf wrapped too tight about my throat,
my wrists bound behind my back I lay in thralldom.
To be tossed into a river, gripped by the current
and choking for want of air (and movement, and mirth…)
I lay thus entombed
in sheets
of fabric
and coral, ever
wondering when
my bonds shall
be cut loose.
Be a bridge
unto my weeping
so I can cross
over this valley
without being snared
by the machinations
of my mind
and weary heart.
For a maiden sits upon my chest and I know not how to move her.
1 | Sewers |
2 | End All Suffering |
3 | Long Night |
4 | Chemistries |
5 | Appear, Disappear |
6 | King Of Tricks |
7 | Slow Death |
8 | Haunting The Ghost |
9 | Tremors |