Title: death’s hug(depression)

left in wonder through “wakeness” and “slumber”; how did this happen- just one other number;

a land filled with much more pain than its comfort; a game one must play- if one fears to “go under”;

if this is possible- what else lingers, I wonder? for better or worse- I can’t get much more number- im already gone- the body hardly functions;

I affirm where I’ve been(and where i am)-how i don’t want to come back- or any place else at all resembling that; if “past lives” are “real”- wonder how much it impacts; because here and right now- this ain’t where “it’s” at

I’d like to exist where no suit comes attached; the epitome of freedom- where there aren’t any “traps…. I hate this so much- meant to drive someone “mad”- to think this is worth all the pain that it packs;

I wish there was an “easy way out”- where fear isn’t present, no regrets, and no doubts…. and if something came next- was worth going “that route”….