Depress

Slow creeping onset
A degenerative disease
That shall nibble fixedly
On the fleshy ripeness
Of exposed feelings
And aborted hopes
The tailored rind
To a dishearten soul
Unraveling
In the oppressive vortex
Engineered through
A sickening cocktail
Of insecure uncertainties
Garnished with piteous despair
Served by fatuous entities
Brandishing heedless blasphemy
As I descend the downward spiral
Of narrow minded stairways
Flanked by crooked perception photos
In fragmented figurative frames of mind
Framed or just theoretical conspiracy of such
Evidenced convincingly
By bleak and broken bookcases of beliefs
Brethren burdened by such blusterous bearings
Denounced doctrines read dire
Detailing of deviations and deceptions
Deep chiasmic dealings
Of the devil himself
Yeah, he made me do it
Lo I cheat a cataclysmic death
Heaven help me and for my own sake
I best make damn sure this isn’t a fake
Bracing myself
For the devil to take it
Head on to heartache
And this head to ache
For it’s about to break
The earth shudders, pitches, and quakes…