Manic Depression, and Opium.
Salty Tears
May embrace my fears
Yet, true love will never pervert me.
Riddles and Rhymes
My life-they define
Yet, sorrow may never desert me.
Powerful Dust
Consumes my life now-it must!
And, desire it does abuse me.
Sin Ridden Grief
May suck the life out of me
Until happiness, it only excludes me.
Needles and Syringes
Seem to throw me right off the hinges
And, only my mania is there to catch me.
Hysterical Tears
Are able to blind all the glares
Yet, tortured-they seem to stretch me!
Swallowing Pain
Drugs right through the vein
And, the darkness it does seduce me.
Body Shivers, Then Sweats
As I sit overwhelmed with regrets
And, still you are there to reduce me.
Junkies Do Crawl
Out from under the wall
But, it is my face that does surprise me.
Fallen From Grace
Like a horse losing the race
And, merciless, they seem to despise me.
A cringe and A Wince!
Following with pain-ever since
Yet, the needles they still invade me.
Vulture-Like Fiends
Ignoring my pleas and my screams
And, still they manage to pursuade me.
States of Depression
Panic-Stricken Obsessions
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poem by Nicole Settimi
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