Poet 11586


Feel so full of melancholy
My holy stock is traded in
My head has turned right savage round
And I'm full of Scarlett fever
I'm sinking deep into a chasm of self loathing
Feel all panicked and emaciated
Old,piggybank spent and jaundice jaded
Haven't slept a black schlera night in slumbered months
My eyes are pain red and my skin is sour milk white
I have so much love and warmth and happiness
But today I just feel methadone prescription empty
Skint, broken, crippled and stuck in my own waste ground
I have these clouds of darkness but I know they'll pass