let me just speak, and tell you how I feel, 

exhausted, feeble and weak, 

I can’t bear to eat another meal,

sad doesn’t describe the emotion,

empty and disheartened? 

no it’s lonely, feeble and broken,

depression stews through my veins,

turning them from blue and purple,

to a disillusioned dark grey,

a monotone voice, with a monotone soul

a monotone life, I fear I’m losing control,

I’m yet to meet death, but I feel the connection,

I hear her breathing, and can smell her direction,

caressing my brain with her words, the words of a thespian, 

save me, release me,

fish me out of this aquarium


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