Undoubtedly confusions offer a knack for drawing out character flaws.
The world pushes the unfaithful,even today,through a revival of confusions.
Utterly drunken,haplessly amused,but not an easy ride.
I felt both uncomfortable and comedic,one dimensional clowns.
The poor souls,in no small part.
Each interconnected.

Paint a picture so dark that it resembles the night sky without stars.so deep if you fell it would be forever.it ***** the oxygen from your lungs and breaks your bones with pressure.scared with nowhere to hide it feeds on you,you make no sound but only because there is no point.you cannot fight with a picture but it can fight with you,terrify you,break you.anyone else can see its just a picture but they aren't consumed by it,they haven't tasted its venom or felt its bite.the wanting to cut out your own heart or bash your own skull in with a hammer just to make it stop but yeah,they're right its just a picture.
Picturing depression is so much simpler than living with it.

I met love with open arms,
embracing it without alarms.
Caution to the wary ghouls,
the table top is not for fools.
She tasted sweet, felt smooth,
and this heaven was mine.
Life is loose and uncouth,
love isn't only cheese and wine.

Through my eyes she was immortal
and had nothing but lucky charms.
In her presence, there was a portal
to a place where we'd do no harm.
She tasted sweet, felt smooth,
and we'd meet on cloud nine.
Life is loose and uncouth,
love isn't only cheese and wine.

In the end, it all hit the ground,
bliss can't make up for love not found.
My feelings made her face the music,
she did something to shatter my heart.
She was sweet, moved smoothly,
and she could have been my one and only.
Life is loose and uncouth,
and love's not only cheese and wine.

Got drunk
Drank bleech
Passed out
Death breached

Woke up
Stomach pain
Still alive
Its insane

Small cuts
Pass time
Shop opens
Drink wine

Body is
A ******* tank
I should
Have a...long hard think

One sheep
Two sheep
Black and blue sheep
And a new sheep

Won't hop the gate
Its to late
To evaluate
They tell me to "******* mate"

Even the imaginations seem upset
And I get
That I'm keeping them awake too
But I don't know what else to do

Five past five
Still awake
Still alive
Mind like a busy hive

Buzzing thought
Still,I ought
Not to get caught
Short...

...of this
"Please miss?"
"A kiss?"
Snakes hiss

Slither away
Another day
Or should I say
I just don't want to play

Didn't even feel
Myself come
I'm numb
Its dumb

Failed suicides
Fail *** life
Can't make anyone happy
What is this...strife