Once you dive in, you can only drown your way out.
Your here, you already know what I'm talking about.
Sadness, uselessness, or complete and utter loneliness,building up more and more beyond lifes stress.
One word and life is over when its depression.
So severe it determines the outcome of lifes impression.
On the tip of the tongue developing the thoughts lingering in the sentence swirling in facial expression.
Not something sucked out with any old dull needle.
Like coke from a cup leaving the dark icey beetle.
It hovers over like clouds do over land.
The clouds bring rain you pray you withstand.
The body awake and the mind is not.
Everything inside has begun to rot.
The Golden Slumber, your life will always be in a state of slumber.
True death hasn't called out your final number.
But gold is forever and so is the slumber.
It might not truly kill and you may die old in your bed.
But dieing doesn't always mean to just stop breathing
and be dead.
