Picture yourself in a room
There is a TV in front of you
The lights are dim
And you are sprawled out on a couch
Wishing for an abstract perception
On the city you live in.
Where is your mind?
In a place with distractive images flashing
Before your eyes.
You go out at night,
You drink yourself to sleep
Like a bedtime story.
Where is your heart?
You close it off in a box
Along with the other creatures
That Pandora is waiting to open
Into the world.
Could it be
That my heart is a sin?
Could it be
That my love is a plague?
i have lost my will to love
I have replaced it with my depression.
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