Depression -by morfeas9

I scar my body,
Like a good boy,
It takes practice at self abuse.

Ceiling turns to paper dolls,
Caught with circles under your eyes.
I help to blind you,
I help to see the truth.

Hold me down.

“I celebrate in a moment of such depression.”




Filed under Could it be art?, Could it be nothing at all?

6 responses to “Depression -by morfeas9

  1. marilena

    depression in its most ecstatic moment!
    but what happens afterwards??

  2. You have to reach the lowest to begun ascending. Typified comment yet i believe its true!

  3. I am sure many had this written on their tombstone.

  4. Lol. What r u gonna write on it?

  5. I prefer cremation myself and if I have the choice my bones will not be buried anywhere. I have no answer to your question though. If I can’t think of anything decent I’ll just stick a USB with my blog on it.

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