Absent Minded

The art of my depression

Here in my meadow
where the unhappy flowers must bloom
Here in my humble abode
where the roses have many thorns

Underneath the murderous stars

Here in this Garden
the massive hunting grounds
Here in my home
it stalks me slowly

Beneath faithful tears

Here I am at the edge
where birds sing their wretched songs
Here I am in this place
content with eternal sadness

Hiding in my shadows depth

Here I am swimming
in my sea of rage
Here I am dancing
to the song of sweet sorrow

Feeding on my fears

Trapped here by the storm
and the quarreling winds
Sentenced to this dance
held by the blinding eclipse

I walk into the black abyss

Here in my misery
suffering bitter defeat
Here in my dilemma
where I haven't a clue

Confusions swirls in

Watching the violence
the art of the storm
Watching the darkness
swallow me whole

The art of my depression


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