Confession of a Depression

Man these lonely nights are taking their toll,

Not even the beat boys can free my goddamn soul,

Always alone and thinkin dark thoughts this is how I roll,

Inside my mind's most pitiful black hole,

It's there that I find myself dwelling like a mole,

It's not a mere portion or percent actually I've come to hate my life as a whole,

Down the alley between distant and deranged I casually stroll,

Maybe its the return payment for all the happiness my adolescence stole,

It's sad to look out my window and see a brighter smile on the face of a troll,

To uncage my mind and heart from this pain has been my goal,

Starting to think a long jump off a short pole,

Is how my seclusion will be concluded on life's scroll,

Feel as though I equal the murky grit floating in a dog's water bowl,

The blue bird's song will bring me peace at my gravesite on the grassy knoll.