Depressed
the world is empty, lifeless, grey
lost in it's amortal way
never find that for which we search
depression finds a place to firmly perch
falling from imperfect grace
grinning at our slowing pace
our inner demons laugh at our perception
based upon our self deception
Copyright © Syd Floyd | Year Posted 2010
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