Depression
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Shaven cats and junky perfume. Husk of yesterday. Remembered by none in a field of glorious failure. Safety in butterflies. Cocooned in devil mouth. Credentials of cocks. Peeled apples in seasoned dismay. Lacklustre and lukewarm. Academy for perverts. Twisted like a handful of hair. Pull it back and watch her groan. The witness to my… Read more
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Torn chunks of flesh. Passing feelings like stars dying out of sight. Stood in a field with no one else around, we’re lonely like the trees. The horrors of moonlight. Pig children screaming for milk in distant malnourished spheres. Empty factories. Absent faces down memory lane. Wrapped in a state of mind. No words. Only… Read more
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Mausoleum scapegoats. Sentenced to death, we laugh in the face of sensuality. In the dying embers of a lifelong dance, we explode in the blink of an all seeing eye. In the face of god, we burst into vapour. Black tree. Branches in the snow reaching out through the midst of time. And all that… Read more
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Life is a series of accidents. Some good, some bad. The stuff we plan is usually boring. Things to pass the time of day. Things to occupy ourselves, to take our minds off more meaningful subjects. Y’know, love and death. The heavy shit. Everything I’ve ever planned has been half-hearted. Nothing has ever interested me… Read more
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Everything is so hopelessly beautiful. The sadness in the air. The dying of leaves and coming of winter. Romance in the fabric of heavy curtains. In the cigarette smoke that dances in warm sunlight. Being and nothingness. Solitude so sweet. Weak and fragile like a butterfly. It’s not a sin to be small. Not a… Read more
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Give yourself to the arms of fate. Let someone save you when you need saving most. Don’t be afraid to speak the words you hide inside. Don’t be afraid to open up for fear of being shunned. Be crazy with devotion. Love until it makes you sick. What’s the point in keeping it all in… Read more
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I woke to the sound of heavy rain. Fragments of a dream in my head. An ex-lover, the cheating one. She’d been wearing a dress whilst walking through the snow. The sight of her had made me happy. Yet when I woke, I could only feel cold and indifferent. It’s strange to think that I… Read more
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people fall all the time they break down without even knowing they succumb, even when there’s nothing to fear they lose themselves to what isn’t even there these ghosts, they haunt and they taunt for no reason sometimes, all you can do is try to be strong even when you feel so weak inside people… Read more
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Poetry in suffering. In drinking too much. In self-abuse and the dissolution of pointless bones. The mad should be worshipped, and the sane boiled in their own self-righteousness. Outcasts and dreamers. Eaters of words, and takers of hearts. If you can’t sleep, fuck. If you can’t fuck, sleep. The golden sentence, dancing behind black’d out… Read more
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Melancholia. Cities of dust. States of mind, flowing like endless rivers. People dance, others collapse. My mouth takes a drag on a cigarette. It blows out smoke to the blackened sky above. Beer and whiskey, churning in a greedy belly. Sleep stirs in the future. Unconscious desires, creeping in the shadows and at the nape… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 