Night comes
and the war begins
it ascends
into my mind
into my will
reason(lost in chaos)
Logic(pushed in emototion)
Hope( killed by depression's one wish)
In the eye of the storm
all is NOT calm
I drown in cemetery air
choking on the faith of the dead
Night locks me inside
unable to hear reason
or speak of needs
Time stops for depression
hours, minutes, seconds
all read
now, now, now
