Sick

I’ve stared in the heart of depression As emptiness infected me like virus Choked for years behind a smile, I have never known factual Frightened to be called weak I die inside, but with smile Thus graduating in art of falsehood As even I these smirks fool I’d imagine my inevitable tangible ending How little it would be of significance As my cold soul roved ghostly Purposeless, lost and dead Bliss drained from my very core And mornings appear hopeless Filled with finite rays of distress As the only shade seemed to be death I walk with pockets rich with smiles But nobody knew what’s inside And as the moon salutes night, This sickness circle’s my head 2012-06-05