Strange Love
tears flood in burst shells
darkness gloom desperation –
I need you my friend
Quite used to apathy and sadness squared to infinity, my inner compass arrests on sorrow and shattered stars. The world, my Self and the future seem to have disappeared into nothingness with void shouting echoes in a vacuum of feelings, while reason only tortures the devastation and confusion that are left inside what is no more and never seems to have been. Daggering thoughts destroy the non-entity of being, while loneliness succumbs to multi-facetted voices in my mind. With my soul depleted and on life support, even the sun throws more shadows than rays and the moon wanes for there is no wax left in my candle, which I have so often burnt at both ends. The surface is covered in sticky glue that mocks and teases a centre and I have become peripheral and extinct. But nevertheless, I value depression. It is an honest friend and a strange kind of love.
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