Depressive Rhapsody

false crescendo of effervescent of youth bleed through the wall,

there has been unrelenting war fought between pensive sadness and something hollow over the highest level in hierarchy of pain.

i watch this universe-made hole in agony, understand the gravity,

but what’s really matter in the end?

early AM wasted winning nothing, reaching for more hands to hold

badly beaten somehow,

but feelings are still valid in this well-crafted bullshit with or without chemicals involved.

another meaningless sunrise

announces the absence of something new.

i flail around in the pile of broken pieces, shouting colours while everything's black.

what a disgusting pseudo optimist during the day

master the art of play pretend,

how much longer until i fall?

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