Self Destructive Elysium
Distraught with loss and sudden Death
I fail to see suffering and reason Illapse.
Struck by depression, I lose sense and Sensibility.
Outrun by time, I face objectivity’s Oakum.
Ramified with thoughts, I run like a Rach.
Incapacitated with misery, I imbibe priorities’ Ichor.
Ending my suffering is a dejection lost in Elegy.
Nipped by painful realities, I reek Negativity.
Torment, drains my soul like relentless Tabanids.
Accused with self assertion, I Anoint
Turmoil as harmony, in depression’s Theosophy!
Evading emotions becomes my only Elysium.
Disorientated dedication, routes my self Destruction.