Despair, I cry to you.
Comfort me in my sorrow.
Clasp me to your sultry breast.
Soak me in your tears
that I may wade through the flood
of anguish and desperation.
Feel the loss and heartache,
confined inside this musty vault.
You alone bear the key
that could open its weighty door
and release the demons trapped inside,
grappling with my resolve.
Suffer for me the gloomy dew
that dampens my existence
and rots, in moldy shade, my will,
food for the moths that circle
the kerosene lamp that beckons
from the rim of my depression.
02/09/10
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