8 Word Implosion of the Heart

Implosion of the heart with grim, dark clouds overhead. Wistful thoughts overwhelm, there are now feelings of dread. And the shroud of dementia it seems never to part. With grim dark clouds overhead, implosion of the heart. The Prognosis is gloomy it leads to depression. When the mist is withdrawn,my mind clears all impression. That I can write poetry well, really threw me. It leads to depression, the prognosis is gloomy. Loneliness is not my friend, means all memory lost. Many precious times gone at undeniable cost. Times of anger or torment, wishing a final end. Means all memory lost, loneliness is not my friend. Yet now a man quite sane, there's no hope of me choosing. Ebb and tide of this morbid disease is confusing. Melancholy thoughts, I so wish to have a well brain. There's no hope of me choosing, yet now a man quite sane.