Depression falls like rain on the masses,
soaking in the discontent of fallen reflections.
Shattering in the thoughts that whisper
ever more with closed minds.
The flood gates vent a deluge of filth
saturating the skin in delusions of self.
Never again, again never pertained to
this time repeating like a B movie reject.
I look at the world were in now, and I feel
clouds over us, even though the sky has none.
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC
Depression falls like rain on the masses,
soaking in the discontent of fallen reflections.
Shattering in the thoughts that whisper
ever more with closed minds.
The flood gates vent a deluge of filth
saturating the skin in delusions of self.
Never again, again never pertained to
this time repeating like a B movie reject.
I look at the world were in now, and I feel
clouds over us, even though the sky has none.
