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It Is (Depression)It is a shroud of black velvet.
It is the violent ocean in the dead of night.
It is the monster in the shadows; the Vashta Nerada.
It is the final crash of symbols in Carmina Burana.
It is impossible to lift.
it is impossible to breathe.
It is impossible to see.
It is the only thing that can be heard.
It is why the stars disappear at night.
It is why every light drifts by without stopping.
It is why the gnawing starts and never ceases.
It is why nothing else matters in the end.
It is my disease.
It is my disability.
It is my misfortune.
It is my death sentence.
WantsI want to be the dark abyss
Absorbing your chest cavity,
I want to be the one you miss
That holds you under gravity,
I want to be the deadly kiss
That settles your fatality
I want to be the broken veil
To sabotage the last good thing,
I want to be the things you fail
That finalize your will for trying
I want to be the hidden trail
That leads you to find everything
I want to be the last regret
That haunts you throughout every ring,
I want to be the dreary set
That gloomy sullenness would bring,
I want to be the thought of death
That savors all your suffering
I want to be the lies you tell
That lead you through your false deception,
I want to be the hopeless hell
That burns and distorts your perception,
I want to be the love you felt...
But that I am the one exception.
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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