Winter Solstice

Grasped by the unrelenting hold of depression is like having all of the joy sucked out of your life, You pay life's prices but it withholds the rewards, Just wanting every experience to be over so you can embrace the numbing arms of sleep or drugs, But blissful unconsciousness is over so fast and its memories persistantly fail to last, But sleep and drugs are a temporary haven for weekend and night, So we develop mechanisms for surviving the day, Smoking kills and I soon light up, praying that it does, Forced to fake happiness to make friends whilst oscillating between the extreme states of apathy and anger internalising them to prevent others from becoming entagled, like unmanaged cable wires it can get...messy Reaching out for someone who can shine a light on this blackened world of despair, In this place it is always nightime, She finally came, my full moon to my winter solstice, lighting my world with her beautiful transcendent aura, But when a full moon passes it begins to diminish, bite by bite night consumed us both, I showed you a world that few could see and once you saw it you became like me, When it became too much I knew I had to get free, And so like Icarus I began to take flight, better to burn out than fade into night.