Impure Anecdote Poem by Joe Hadley

The darkness is surrounding me;
Closing in and hanting me;
With the chilling shadows circling me.

I have become a demon of my former self;
This torture that tears me apart;
Is dividing my hearts true feelings.

I have fallen of the bridge;
And my soul has become inferior;
The dark night of my being beckons to be awoken.

I felt the inevitable rush of anxiety run it's course;
Rendering me unconcious of any true emotions;
I am becoming the living dead.

In this reminiscense of a impure anecdote;
life sounds so wretched;
Beond the capabilities of man.