Depressive

 

 

This opiate

Infiltrates my veins

Coursing through my blood

Stopping my heart

 

Leaving my cognition 

Overcast in a fog that 

Covers all. 

 

Slowing my movement 

To a point of inaction 

 

This depressive hell

Is nothing short of

A systematic 

Shut down of my organs

k.l.j

 

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