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Blah blah, I'm depressed, blah.

The familiar taste -

Rotten fruit wrapped in silk, blissful denial cloaking a foul truth

Brushing against my pink tongue,

Slithering down into my stomach

Dysentery of the mind, propogated by delusions of hope

 

The Iscariot to my heart -

Tnirty pieces of silver for an emotional distraction

Civil war, bloody war, morality losing

The betrayer's kiss, soflty touching a bruised spirit,

Lies and falsehood hiding behind a peacock's plumes

 

Drowning never felt so peaceful -

Floods of memories, choking reason's lungs

The rush of the river, chilling hope's outstretched hand,

Doubt raking me over the rocks