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depression

depression floors me like a pugilist
swift uppercuts drills my manic dreams
weird faces chew upon my vision
bold extremes, hard swinging fists
 
bloody lips, loose teeth and winces
and a heavy kneecap to the nose
electrodes placed at chakra points
chemicals swirl into a frothy dichotomy
 
its snarling dogs interminably chase me
its dark hooded figures watch me weep
clambering to look down from up high
people are flecks of grey on canvas
 
songs oddly house lyrics degrading me
I can hear the whetstone on steel
as the hunters sniff out my scent
bells toll, knell, beleaguered and surreal

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