I stare into the abyss of a future created by the demons
Of depression,
It is not reality, it is not what will happen,
And yet as I cling to the precipice of sanity, it is all I see,
A nightmare that roams in the day consuming the green meadows of springtime,
It saps the passion of the blood and fills my veins with ice,
My heart pounds in rebellion, confined within the cage of my chest,
Yet I move not,
The very things that would set me free i am denied,
Hope is consumed by the illusion of despair,
It is not real....it is not real....it is not real,
You are a liar granting me titles and names that are not mine,
I'm not worthless or weak or crazy or for your lechery,
You are a parasite feeding off my life energy,
Consuming the power of my dreams,
You are a murderer and my soul is your mark,
Locked into your arena, you call on me to yield,
To proclaim you the victor,
To give up,
But you will not last.
- NEIL E. WHITE
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