This is a sampling of my so-called happy life. Depression is an evil monster that drowns you in a deep, swirling black hole. Writing on subjects in the soul of depression has a healing quality - it inspires me to seek out my darker emotions to convert them into positive energy
This poem originally was published in Sad Poems - Depression and Suicide Poems
Death Of An Angel
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I once knew a lady named Misery she lived in a damaged world she calls to me in transparent dreams a lonely star outside the closed universe she was my twisted soul long ago she experienced the darkest of pain beauty was something she could not believe I once knew an angel named Evil she traveled like a ghost into the shadows her heart was dying for some form of life all seems balanced now the angel burns to die |
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